True Ways - Tim Easton

Saving some mystery for a gold-shackled bed

Love would last forever if we’d only stay interested

Commonlaw cousin kisses the Dutch uncle

And weak sister cries when she cracks his knuckle

She read my mind when she said

«I'm lonely, please come home.»

«I'm lonely, please come home.»

And I’ll show you my true ways

Humor so sharp, quick, and clever

Fingers a dark bruise for the pleasure

These off-hand remarks are so blunt and casual

Then we slide from the bed with claws and perfect lips

She read my mind when she said

«I'm alone, please come home.»

«I'm alone, please come home.»

I’ll show you my true ways

I will show you my true ways

Throwing sympathy wrapped tight with malice

We’re so damaged our kisses turn careless

The first cut isn’t the deepest, it’s only the first

She read my mind when she said

«I'm alone, please come home.»

«I'm alone, please come home.»

I’ll show you my true ways

I will show you my true ways