I've got a story for you
sank my boat
punctured it in two
places
one in my heart one in my head
now I grab the pieces that are left
floating through
what I thought was depth
you shine a light where you last thought to look
swear I was a shadow
swimming toward your hook
but I'm left just a little piece of butter
something to melt in the heat of summer
and it's far fetched to blame it on the winner
the camera man's the one who makes it home for dinner
I've got a story for you
sank my boat
punctured it in two places
one's in my heart one's in my head, now
and I'm just a little bit of chatter
somethings make you happy but they're making me sadder
and it's far fetched to blame it on the winner
it's the camera man, who makes it home for dinner
