Three Weeks

Verse1: It s three am and I m staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that when your lips get caught on mine sometimes I forget to breathe.

It s four am and I m staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that your skin s an artist s dream pastel and your eyes bleed poetry sometimes.

Prechorus: The scar on your chin, my breath on your skin, your loving smooth hands tucked tight in your pants I m so glad I kissed you. (doubled)

Chorus: Three weeks passed since we sat inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.

Verse2: It s Friday night and I m sewing you a poem, weaving my pen through fields of words and digging past crude compliments. Stitch by stitch, language is strewn along and patterns are perfected as I quilt you in (a dialectic fabric that will be strong).

Prechorus: Your teeth are the keys, from a piano it seems (cover me in ivory, repeats) professionally played, enchanting everything around you.

Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.

Bridge: And I m so glad I kissed you (and I m so glad I kissed you). (fades in, repeats)

Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp and now I m curling at the edges like a photograph in flames, eclipsing bad memories and lining my skies with you.

Over last chorus: Cover me in ivory
I m so glad I kissed you
Original Chorus