Chat-ter

sometimes I think I sabotage myself

We'll lay here for years or for hours Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet So long, we'd become the flowers We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep And they'd find us in a week When the cattle'd show fear After the insects have made their claim After the foxes have known our taste I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you

If I had seen this earlier in the day I probably wouldn’t have forgotten today’s date.

Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way, I'll share the things that she won't

I know you don't really understand it

Take a look at yourself and the stories you tell Does the truth weigh on your mind?

James Bay is a babe. James Bay is bae.

I'll depend on you.