TheseDays

These Days - Small Forward

Lyrics by：Michael Stevenson/Campbell Scott/Rounak Maiti

Composed by：Michael Stevenson/Campbell Scott/Rounak Maiti

Produced by：Small Forward

Backseat glass I'm quiet

Taking in the country

Black bird eating death in

The shade of the plum tree

Motel blues got nothing

Left to lose so I'm calling

Ring me out when the bottle

Runs out I'm fallin

I miss playing that song with you

But we don't do too much talking these days

It ain't easy seeing you here

But I'm still glad you came

Laying your head on my

Collarbone bed for the last time

Telling me not to linger

Too long with the goodbye

Now you hunker down in your

Mountain town for a big storm

Give me a call when the snow starts to fall

Are you keeping yourself warm

I miss playing that song with you

But we don't do too much talking these days

It ain't easy seeing you here

But I'm still glad you came

When I come around I get pulled in again

Please don't mess around I was only a friend