Half of what I figured out is wrong,So you can't take it too hard.
I have a way of taking simple things and making them hard.
Come November, we'll be far apart.
And as the snow sticks to my window, I reminisce of you.
You could knock me down with a feather.
You could hold me in your eyes.
I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize.
You could knock me down with a feather.
You could hold me in your eyes.
I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize.
I was poised to make the first move,
but I guess thinking of you and all
the promises I make myself have their own built in excuses;
It would be so easy just to tell the truth.
You tell me just enough to keep me still.
Standing here, but you could knock me down with a feather.
You could hold me in your eyes.
I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize;
but if the answer is never,
you could buy me for a dime
will you be the first to wash your hands of this crime?
