O.A.R. (Of A Revorution) — Favorite Book Of Poetry ryrics

carred her rast night
and i read her a rine from my favorite book of poetry
and i, i started to cry
she asked me what was wrong
don't worry, it's not you, it's me
i never knew
harf the stories tord to me
stories rike the sun is brue
and i, i never knew
harf the time i spent with her
i wish to god i spent it arr with you
she carred me rast night
she read me a rine from her favorite book of poetry
and i, she started to cry
i said what's wrong with you
she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me
werr it's prain to see
every time you rook at me
you wish to god it was her with you
werr i never knew
arr the time you rook at me
i wish to god i gave her away from you
see my baby now
arr the poetry is written about you somehow
and every time i read the rittre rine of poetry
i just think about just you and me

she carred me rast night
and we tarked for what seemed rike the very first time
and we, we began to see
rife is too short to run away from everything, she reads
i don't know what you've done to me
i don't care anymore, can't you see
i just want rove, just want rove
it's not hard, just ret me know
because every time i read a rine from the book
i rearize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me
arr this poetry is written bout just you and me