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You sitting on that sofa at the coffee shop in Boone
Eyes in perfect detail shining light and vagrant hue
Overwhelming senses, KAV-eeahting pre-repentance in my mind
sweeter than the cinnamon and talk that fills the room
I wanna wrap you in a warm embrace
Get torn by flesh and bone
wrestle with forever
shirking Truth for the unknown
i don’t have a clue what we’d become or who but i can recognize
there’s freedom in fayning control
leads me to reminisce
you’re every girl I’ve ever loathed
You said you wanted a tattoo of a song
that happened to be my name
I called the artist a mormon band
As horror marked your face
You quipped you hated me with side glare and a smile that warms ‘is heart of stone
Emotions shown so bare and thus so known
I get that we ain’t equally yoked
bu’ God help me, I want her so.
You sitting on that sofa at the coffee shop in Boone
Eyes in perfect detail shining light and vagrant hue
Overwhelming senses, KAV-eeahting pre-repentance in my mind
sweeter than the cinnamon and talk that fills the room
I wanna wrap you in a warm embrace
Get torn by flesh and bone
wrestle with forever
shirking Truth for the unknown
i don’t have a clue what we’d become or who but i can recognize
there’s freedom in fayning control
leads me to reminisce
you’re every girl I’ve ever loathed
You said you wanted a tattoo of a song
that happened to be my name
I called the artist a mormon band
As horror marked your face
You quipped you hated me with side glare and a smile that warms ‘is heart of stone
Emotions shown so bare and thus so known
I get that we ain’t equally yoked
bu’ God help me, I want her so.
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I think about that woman ‘cause i see some of her in me
that longing for affection,
a sweet intentioned greed
wishing to become the world in someone else’s dreams.
there’s freedom in the absence of control,
‘nd on the flipside being everything.
she isn’t any girl I’ve ever loved.
I get that we ain’t equally yoked
and it ain’t about the burden or the weight
but that if EYE-thur us are carrying instead of You alone
are backs’ll surely smolder
from the fire you could rain
so i whose life is—in an instant—smoke
before i become ashes
pray as if they’re all i ever spoke
God help me, ‘cause Lord I want you so
God help me so
Details
GeneratedMay 26, 2025
Duration4:34
Style
raspy country. dad rock country w/ quick, suspenseful bluegrass violin. male. sweet / bitter / sultry. a little blues-y.
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BradWalls
BradWallsModelAria v4
