There's a calm from the sun round here
Bouncing off your white t-shirt.
Spent some thoughtless months,
Taken for granted years,
Come here to find some comfort.
Sitting on an endless list
Of reasons that I have to convince you
To come around,
I think you'd like somethin'.
You know I still feel you in the worst way.
Guess I'll just see you next Sunday.
I am good for the long talks,
The sounding board you get
When you just want a mirror,
Just want some confirmation,
Get out of your head.
But I have photographic proof
Of the kind of looks I get from you.
If you come around,
I think you'd want somethin'.