You never claimed that we've committed single squabbles In ways you came A feeling moves a little kinda slow Another day I hear a fainting of a common groach You've been a cool one And off when it's old In all I'm groovin All but alone No one is open Come by And pace with me It's all that's really have to be Another day, we wake to feel a little bummer Sometimes it comes Although i know it' crept up on the hay Communication bluffs Are more than just a covered Ground for us True friends and lovers Call when their gone Moments of waiting Shells us so blunt Corners and places Novels And a place to be It's all that's really left of me