Pants - Lemuria

You never missed a word I tried to fit

Inside a chorus, inside a verse

All my intros and the bridge

That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am

And if you still respect me, I guess I’ll have a second chance

I want my hands in your hair

I want my hands in your hair

Pulling your face closer

I told you last night you gave me butterflies

You surprise me with new cocoons every time they start to fly

I instantly felt like an idiot

Embarrassed of the person controlling my mouth

My mouth, it’s always in a melee

Figuring out how as it talks

Your response was comforting

I guess, I guess I gave you butterflies too

I want my hands in your hair

I want my hands in your hair

Pulling your face closer

And closer

And closer

And closer

And closer

And closer

And closer

You never missed a word I tried to fit

Inside a chorus, inside a verse

All my intros and the bridge

That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am

And if you still respect me, I guess I’ll have a second chance

You never missed a word I tried to fit

Inside a chorus, inside a bridge

That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am

And if you still respect me, I guess I have a second chance