Cotton

I am not a fool..
I am not the one who sees only the given truth...
I can't go on cheating my self..
Not at this point...

So now I have true joy...
Now I have those eyes to bring me around..
Like Amy, "I'm no good"...
So now I'm stuck, now I'm gravitating into you...

Into this bizzare truth.

I'm done...

I can't play like this anymore...
I want to love your every fiber...
I want to love your hair.

I want to give into Dutch skin,
I want a chance to show you a diferent path...
The path you have in you: the path of no lies...
I see moments spent with futile things, just like you have...
For so long...

I am just sick of going back.

I want to go forward.
I want your smile in my morning.
And in my night...

I want you all over this cotton covering my bed.