The Line

Thinking all by myself Wondering about your previous comment Did you ever know that's small talk with a show Let's just let it go, darling draw your bow Pull back let it go in my head here we know Wishing you had seen me more Wishing you had been around Flipping through the photobook Wipe them tears up now Flipping text's just like they're letters In my head that's how it goes I can't read that anymore, I can't read that anymore Damn you sure can hide Respond just when you have the time Banned you from my mind Tell me you don't see the line You're to smart and we all know for you to let this shit go Throw a punch with a blow till I feel it all go I ask to go for a walk Mark it up with the chalk Tell me I'm not your rock Chop it low then you mock Chop it low then you mock