you're best in my mind, you're still in the flesh
a moment's grace is full of weaknesses
carried and buried, my grievances
i wish i had thought of you sooner
or later when i'm back at square one
craving space to jump and land, this time
in your arms, a landing so grand
that i wish i had thought of it sooner
my words couldn't be more truer
while i watch you stand in the flesh
i just cannot lie, it's still pretty fresh
the other things i didn't say,
like when your hair falls in a certain way
less time for joking, because this time for real
how else am i supposed to feel
something we only seem to laugh about now
as if humor is the only thing your heart will allow
that night you were natural, like the hair on your head
that night we weren't joking, just staring instead
as light from the street glazed your shoulder blades
haunting me now, your crooked window shades
there. this. this. there.
inside and out, contrast and compare
i could strike a lonely chord and just disappear from you
maybe, just maybe that's what i should do
but before i go, just let me say this
i hate walking away without having your kiss
it always felt natural to me
it always felt natural