Flatwound Strings - Skating Polly

Lips softer than flatwound strings

Finally got to hear them sing

Guess it’s not that unique

But I’m reeling like a raffle win

Worn cover and a page-turner

It’s getting hard for me to keep you on the back burner

Friends first

What a mighty tall order, when I got sick of being set aside

While the other girls

Brace for their lovers' quarrels

One thing I haven’t had the space to say

You’re a reverie to me

And I guess I won’t compete

But headless chicken still have two feet

Like a game when you find the lost piece

But I was happy with my paper guy

I wanna lovers' quarrel

I wanna be your girl

I wanna lovers' quarrel quarrel

I wanna be your girl

You danced with me

Before I ever danced with a real nice guy

And while I still think you’re sweet

I could see it in your feet you had trouble in mind

I’m falling down the rabbit hole once again

Shut the door on tomorrow come hold my hand

Thought about the words to every song that you played

So when tomorrow picked me up again, I framed yesterday

I’m trying to hold onto your gaze

I put off tomorrow got some more of today

Thought about the words to every song that you played

So when tomorrow picks me up again I’ll have someone to blame

One thing I haven’t had the space to say

I can be up for a long inviting wait

Or I could spend a fortnight awake

But you’re a reoccurring reverie for me

(Don't go)

Don’t go

Come again

I’m falling down the rabbit hole once again

Shut the door on tomorrow come hold my hand

I’m trying to hold on to your gaze

I put off tomorrow got some more of today