Red label

If you were to read me, cover to cover without stopping your big eyes
invading your brain with my own thoughts, my words traveling your blood

If you were to ask me to stay by your side

if I had the courage

I could try to hold your obtuse hands

leather boots and red label the jeans

red label the jeans and the single malt scotch whiskey, this man

If I were to tell you that I do not mind your worrisomeness

invading every thought of your comedian brain, poisonous scent

if I were to tell you I would sit still while you figure things out

if you wanted

I could give you my left hand to hold tight, the psudo virtuous one

leather boots and red label the jeans

long black hair and no TV set in the house, this man

We pretend nothing is happening, the rush, the pumping red blood

invading my thoughts and yours, our thoughts infecting our blood

The timing it’s not right, pretending is what’s left for us

but if you asked

I would simply rush to your side

red label the jeans and the single scotch whiskey

rockandroll all the lyrics in his hair are simply tangled, this man will never be my own man

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