Port of Charleston - Seam

What I had to say

Wasn’t hard to say

Turn on the light please

Turn off the tv

And I waited for rain to come

The storm and the grey to come

And I touched your lip to mine

Tasted the mouth all dry

She’s just a skinny little thing

Doesn’t mean any harm

Doesn’t mean what she says

I’m sick of taking it you know

But I can’t walk away

I can’t walk away

I’m tired of making it work

Taking the things you say

We fight a white on white

It’s just the way we do things

This is all I know

This is what I call home

But if it’s true

That I am wrong for you

What am I doing here?

So don’t expect a lot from me

It’s a little bit harder for me

She’s just a skinny little thing

Doesn’t mean any harm

Doesn’t mean what she says

I’m sick of taking it you know

But I can’t walk away

I can’t walk away

I’m tired of making it work

Taking the things you say