January Untitled
No I don’t want to go, but you’re whispering low
And clear in my ear and I can’t
Keep it from coming true
Got tired of finding, finding things to do
Look out into the night, I’m doing it right
Everything I will and I might
Falling out of the fight, so blue and white
Everything I will and I might
Fuck in a pretty room
I’m pretty too, you’re pretty all the way through
As your eyes withdrew where you won’t take me to
I didn’t know what to do
Wait for a quiet life, a kiss goodnight
Baby would you turn out the light?
Falling out of the fight, I’m doing it right
Everything I will and I might