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lyrics
My eyes
Are dilated
Though I’m not high
They just like to widen
The trees are ablaze
The daisies are lit by
The morning
Velvet red
Chair’s sun faded
The weather seems warm
From the insulation
Don’t open that door
You’ll find you are mistaken
I don’t need love
Well maybe I do
But I don’t need love
From you
Socks, no shoes
It’s more without you
Slide on the tile
Twirl with style
Dance to a groove
Lay on the couch
By the fire
No, I’m not sick
I’m just aching
Underneath all
The colors unbreaking
The sun’s in my face,
So I can’t stand to talk to you
I don’t need love
Well maybe I do
But I don’t need love
From you
I don’t need love
Well maybe I do
But I don’t need love
From you
So don’t pick me up
And don’t drop me off
‘Cuz I wanna just lay around
credits
from Pure Garbage,
released March 8, 2017
John Shields - vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, percussion, bass, whistling