by tyler stenson © 2012 — ASCAP
My Love, My Love,
You’ve got me up against a wall
But, like a rodeo clown,
The blood and bruise are part of the call.
Some days I’m a Lion
And some days my spirits crawl
Across the floor, to you, who started it all…
My Love.
It’s a head game Honey.
It’s easy to believe that I’m a foolish fish
Inside a starving sea
That just might swallow me whole
(Or give me just what I need).
So, be kind to me My Heart—
My Muse—
My Queen—
My Love.
My Love,
Don’t count me out just yet
Cause my day will come.
God damn you siren!
You crawled into my bed
And if I walked away,
You would just do the same to my head—
And your pedal steel would haunt me
Like the Ghost of a Melody
That a deaf man misses most.
My Love, my love
Don’t count me out just yet
Cause my day will come—
This I know,
Because there’s a flower
Buried in my chest
That continues to grow.
My Love, my love
Don’t count me out just yet
Cause my day will come.