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
