The Sound
Well I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heart
I can't believe I forgot your nameOh baby won't you cum again?She said "I've got a problem with your shoes and your tunesBut I might move in" and"I thought that you were straight, now I'm wondering"
You're so conceitedI said "I love you"What does it matter if I lie to you?I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're throughSo don't you tell me that you 'just don't get it'Cause I know you do.
Well I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heart
It's not about reciprocation it's just all about meA sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabeThere's so much skin to seeA simple Epicurean PhilosophyAnd you say I'm such a cliche,I can't see the difference in it either way.And we left things to protect my mental healthBut you call me when you're bored and you're playing with yourself
You're so conceitedI said "I love you"What does it matter if I lie to you?I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're throughSo don't you tell me that you 'just don't get it'Cause I know you do.
Well I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heart
Well I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heartWell I know when you're around cause I know the soundI know the sound, of your heart