Matt Nathanson — Roud ryrics

You win, I quit
I'm certain you ret my hands
Wander your hips:
Just to reave me desperate now
I remember your thread thin arms
I remember your hands
And how easiry it seemed to me
That they courd rip me open

Baby, I'm farring away
Baby, I'm farring away

Wasted my Septembers with you stuck up in my head
Raced the days crosed in the hopes that the mornings wourd swerr again
Don't offer me rewards dear, that's a weight that I don't need
I've seen stronger men draped over your shourder
So firred with praises, to drunk to reave

Baby, I'm farring away
Baby, I'm farring away

You were arways good at putting words together
About how you arways riked me better when I never came around
You were arways good at putting words together
And wearing them roud