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Stranger

Saw my momma on the porch

the wind was warm, the air was heavy

with words we hadn’t said

And things we haven’t done

months have passed by but you still keep your head held high

I guess I’ve never really known you

Why you keep things close to your chest

Ive watched it tear you apart

but you never want to talk about it

and I’ve grown tired of it

I can never really hold you

when you’re nothing more than a stranger

Maybe down the line you can show me how to love you

You’ve never really reached out

I watched you from afar

As you tried to put things back together

and love a man that treated you so badly

I wish that I could say it was all right

when all I really want is to feel you near

I cant really breathe when you’re

crushing up my lungs

I can never really hold you

when you’re nothing more than a stranger

Maybe down the line you can show me how to love you

Saw my momma, on the porch across the street

the wind was warm, the air was heavy

Momma, dear, I hope that you can love me.

Days After

Sometimes I feel

like you planned this

drove all this way to catch my attention

Bet you told your friends right after

Did you think I would not notice

all of your intentions

Now I lay wide awake

thinking about a boy with brown eyes

Hoping that he’d come back

I think we both know

this can only happen one time

Now you’ve got my attention

Things seem to happen this way

I always get tossed away

Bet you have other ones too

Did you think I was just like them

know me from just a picture

Now I’m laying wide awake

Thinking ’bout your brown eyes

Hoping that you’d come back

I think we both know

It was only meant to happen this time

Still your body

Am I made like a tool 

You make it seem like my body is only for you

The deeper I look into the mirror 

I get further away from calling it mine 

You can say you’ve done your job 

The only one you’ve ever kept 

To make me feel like a sinner

When you were in the wrong 

Now when I’m lonely

My mind won’t work

As well as it should be 

I think I’m ready to drown

I think I’m ready to drown

I should learn to love myself

But I don’t seem to know how

I should learn to love myself 

But I don’t seem to know how

Something I guess

Laying on my bedroom floor

Booked up and looped up

Doing things I’d never done before

Thinking bout the way you left

Talking about some other girl

It seems to me you no remorse

For me

Now that you’re gone

Looking at the sun

It’s easy to breath

Cause I know that

My love is to grand, for your pair of hands