My Repeat Mode

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you’ll never know
I’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to break free and run
Sometimes a man he gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And he’s much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one
So I’ll wait for you and I’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won’t ever come
Sometimes a man he gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And he’s much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one
So I’ll wait for you and I’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
‘Cause it’s not too late
sigh…I’ve got such fixations with melancholic tunes…and talented musicians on the piano…:)

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