crumbs (feat. Henry Lee)

I don't like change But it depends on the weather I'm still begging if for you to say I promise I will do better Don't wanna be the same From when I met her But the guilt is growing And I'm getting a fever I miss your hands Brush the crumbs from the counter Watch the particles fall Like didn't ever matter I know it's late For this kind of calling We lost our child And now I'm mourning Buts it is five Five in the morning And I'm tired And I'm yawning Yearning for a good time But I'm here Lying in my bed Wishing you were near I got no idea How to get my mind clear I know it's late For this kind of calling We lost our child And now I'm mourning I don't like change But it depends on the weather I'm still begging if for you to say I promise I will do better