You - Jam in the Van, Smoke Season

If I could paint

Maybe I’d save you a smile in place like when I was its muse

Such a damn shame when lovers turn to soilders

You still melt me like butter and crush me like boulders

Go, go, go, go now

When you’re holding the door

Now tighter than me I’m already without

You

Sideways love with two bare feet

Can I give up this drug I need

I trip over words like you trip over lovers

I know I will smell you here under the covers

Go, go, go, go now

When you’re holding the door

Now tighter than me I’m already without

Go, go, go, go now

When you’re holding the door

Now tighter than me I’m already without

You

This time next week

I will be dressed in best

And brokenhearted

This time next week

I will be dressed in best

And brokenhearted

This time next week

I will be dressed in best

And learning to wallow

This time next week

I will be dressed in best

And brokenhearted

This time next week

I will be dressed to impress

And learning to wallow

This time next week

I will be dressed to impress

And broken

I’m already without, you

I’m already without, you