Only When It Rains

Little T

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    Beautiful things about it

    Doctor done told me my cuts were minor
    Wish I could laugh it off
    Put my thoughts and myself behind it
    Just pass it off, Pass it off
    Like another time Like our first kiss
    The wrong thing to do with both of our lips, I missed the twist
    Is this a chance to love? Or a chance to reminisce?
    About the days when we patiently waited
    In the hope that our love could stay separated
    Is our nice moved on edge? Or is it serrated?
    It would have been easier if you could have hated
    Me for sayin sorry or whatever I said
    And told me to get out Instead of comin to bed
    I know that you love me
    But don't do something that you'll regret
    We have to fall apart before we can get back together
    Or whatever
    There ain't no forecast Cause there's no storm to weather

    The beautiful things about it
    The beautiful...
    The beautiful things about it

    Oh doctor please help me I'm dyin
    My eyes are dried up But I ain't finished cryin
    And I'm lyin in the night made of stomach pain
    And my left knee hurts
    But only when it rains
    And the concrete that beats at the back of my shoes
    Brings no relief it just sings me the blues
    Leaves me in the street with the rest of the fools
    Harden my hand
    Thinkin of you
    No one to see
    And nothin to do
    And if you leave out the co
    I'll be dependant on you
    Come around for a while and pick me up with a smile
    And we'll talk for a minute or two
    Or three or four
    Or three or four

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    So the next time I go to the doctor
    I'll get a new heart
    So I won't have to bother
    With the beatings I'm taking from this one

    And the next time my eyes fill with water
    I won't be a broken relationship martyr
    Whose dying to get to the next one

    And the day that we're finally ready
    To be steadily going
    But not going steady
    Is the day that we'll both be fulfilled

    And though being alone might be deadly
    I'd rather be lonely than have you forget me
    Cause then I'd just want to be killed

    Oh doctor please help me I'm dyin
    My eyes are dried up But I'm not finished cryin
    And I'm lyin in the night made of stomach pain

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    Composition: Little T and One Track Mike

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