Looks Like You

[Verse 1] I mean the rain and the leaves and the sun always have to fall Kitchen table drinking coffee, like I sleep at all And I never even liked it, no matter how sweetened it might get Addicted to the bitterness and everything in me it ignited Rushed into it and got burned I guess we never learn Because I keep on loosing balance everytime the tables turned And just when everything is spotless, I go and make a hot mess Looking around like I don’t worry, I got this When I really know I don’t I spoiled it, I mean I spilt it Never crashed, it just tilted, and it splashed because I just filled it Too much up, and I know this, they tell me that I’m hopeless So I look down at the stain and then I notice that [Hook] It looks like you Just a stain that I can't wash away [Verse 2] Nothing, it was nothing really I’m just going crazy from heating things back up when it gets too chilly I mean this ain’t happening, I’m just imagining Somebody explain to me how an accident can be so damn pretty Went to get a lot of paper, maybe that’ll help Maybe I should cover it up and keep it to myself I’ve had it with this habit, I’m an addict And I’ve been at it ever since I had it, but turned advantage to heavy baggage Trynna get it off, unable to Friends telling me what they would do My apologies to the table too I’m all out of soap, déjà vu So I scrub a little softer, scrub a little softer Scrub a little softer, because it [Hook] [Verse 3] Fell asleep with my notebook, like I did as a kid Wrote a song last night, or I think that I did I think that you called me, think you were sorry, think that you skid to the crib I think you were crying, said you been trying, think you admitted what you did I think that we made up, think I forgave you, and it was a beautiful thing I think that we made love, think that we stayed up, think that we did it again Think we talked for hours, hours and hours, think it was something I said I think that I hurt you, think you turned purple, think you sunk into the bed Think that I woke up, member we broke up, stumbled to the bathroomsink Things getting clearer, looked in the mirror, met with face full of ink Moral of the story is, I don’t have no clue But how am I supposed to move on when everything around me [Hook] Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!