What We Usually Do - Begum

I won’t say what I don’t mean

You know I’ve got myself in a bind

Had form but could not speak

Always run out of time

I wish you

Would take me aside

Tell me you’ll stay

Tell me that’s life

I couldn’t wait

I’m not the type

But there’s no way out of you

I’ve got my head on your wing

Got word you’d be here in spring

No I won’t make no mistakes

I plan on making you stay

I wish you

Would take me aside

Tell me you’ll stay

Tell me that’s life

I couldn’t wait

I’m not the type

But there’s no way out of you