ending
First Verse
3 little words
Seem to mock me
And continue to serve
A need thats greedy and plenty
An urge that no truth
Can quite satisfy
A kind of sweet tooth
Without a piece of the pie that
Quenches my thirst and
Makes me less hurt
Oh I think I can find it at
The bottom of this drink
Me, under the table
Not standing too stable
Because I’m looking for something
You cannot give
Chorus
Pull me in and push me out
like a river running fast
washing all the pain of past
drown me in the sound
Of I love you
And I’ll never leave
Feed me promises of now
Even though we don’t know how
To keep from us ending
Second Verse
2 little birds
Sing a melody
We’ve heard before
But its changed in some ways
Now when I listen for them
I expect the worst
A mangled and tangled
Sour-sweet melody
And its not their fault
No, its neither one to blame
Cause for every melody sweet
Every powerful beat is a dying flame