Until The Sound

I'm usually bitter With the day to day grind And I couldn't convince her That I'm quite the prize I'm sick of the daytime I'm sick of the night too And if there was no time I'd spend it with you Wake up you sweet thing And butterfly those eyes Making believe there's a tear you've yet to cry Stay clear of make ups and give me one more try Hold on to yourself for dear life with all your might There was a good reason Actually quite a few We're just out of season Living in your bedroom Contradiction is my thing Denial is yours One thing is for certain We'll never get bored Wake up you sweet thing And butterfly those eyes Screaming til dawn as the morning comes alive Stay clear of make ups And give me one more try Hold on to yourself for dear life with all your might