If I'm Back With You

Smitten ol' runner, with the sunshine in front of him Sittin' home this summer, was his lover someone up ahead? Stale like a cookie, never crumbles, gets mushy From the summer rain, same ol' hook and he Kinda gets a high from the misery, his mind says "look at me, survivin', sucks to be thrivin'" Inner drive is on a diet I guess No dine-in, it's quietly riotin' Once again he's writin' Starvin' artist, no pen, just typin' Despite being the type to pen this in A fan of his past, he's kept it tense What he's pent gets quite intense Feels quite spent, blind nights and bitter ends Sonnets written then spoke of places they went But a hope he kept in this letter he's sent says Lookin' back happy at a past with you Rose-tinted sap with a black and blue, but I'm bothered by my lack of tact with the truth I'll damn the facts, if I'm back with you Lemme go way back, brain loves a playback The way that she gazed at him brings a bit of pain back The stain that she cleaned from his brain when she beamed Made it sort of seem like a lane in a dream A fork in the road, as chains which would hold broke From around his legs, picked a path to go forward like these words, blamin' fate makes it worse A tame lookin' ghost in this narrator's purse Acappella Cinderella's for this fella's more than that Jealous type, dealt a fight, 'course he poured a mornin' cap And swore with that she was his match Alight with every beat, every eve, she's a catch Hopeful you see why he latched on This kind of sentiment's a lot to detach from Left her at his best, while that's better, I confess It's sad he's writin' letters sayin' crap like this Lookin' back happy at a past with you Rose tinted sap with a black and blue, but I'm bothered by my lack of tact with the truth I'll damn the facts, if I'm back with you Lookin' back happy at a past with you Rose tinted sap with a black and blue, but I'm bothered by my lack of tact with the truth I'll damn the facts If I'm back With You