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

 

©2020 by Kristen Merritt