If you are a lemon, baby, I'm a lemon tree
The sun don’t come out, in spite of me
And if you were a seven, baby, I would be a three
Cuz nothing gets much lower than me
So I go outside.. see the changes in the leaves
And something dies, on the inside of me
If you are a patient, baby, I am your disease
Cuz nothing says poison like me
And if you were a rhythm, baby, I'm the melody
Cuz no one sings the sorrow like me
So I go outside.. see the changes in the leaves
And something dies, on the inside of me
If you are a flame, baby, I'm the kerosene
Cuz nothing goes down burning like me
And if you had the answer, please hold it from me
So I can sit and sulk in peace.
2011 © Tatam Reeves