Funny how I see it now
You were never in the palm of my hand
Just another passerby
Stranger entertaining your games
I laugh again, my shed a tear
The bar seems glad to see me here again
I wash away your holy name
From all the corners of my vein I guess,
I guess
Until you
need
a friend
I'll book-call and I'll tear again
If you lit
up my phone
Would I come to your bed?
Funny how you see me now
That he broke you down to rubble again
Am I still another passerby?
Or the newest remedy to your pain?
I've laughed with friends I've seen a year
It's strange to think I had you here back then
I washed away your holy name But hands are never clean of love
I guess, I
guess
And now you need
a friend
You've crumbled and you're wondering
If you lit up my phone
Would I
come to your bed?
So do you need a friend?
I'll book-call and I'll tear
the same
If you lit up my phone
Would I come to your bed?
Cause you're still in
my phone
Am I still in your plans?