chemicalfarm

Lyrics

A notes page with a paragraph
That I can’t bare to read
Allude to it in conversation
You play hard to keep
Underwhelm my expectation
So I set you free
Flamethrower lover,
A friends not what I need

Bite your tongue
Tell me what I’m like
A trail of bread crumbs
Into a goodbye

When I met your father
On the seventh wearing fleece
The sweater you picked out
At goodwill made in Italy
Intuitive & introspective
Naive & nineteen
Flamethrower lover,
Why do this to me?

Bite your tongue
Tell me what I’m like
A trail of crumbs
Into a goodbye