I've been listenin' for your footstep at my door.
I've done this kinda thing a thousand times or more.
And after every time, I tell myself it's over,
that it doesn't feel right.
I wasn't that funny,
but we laughed all night,
just like we been buddies.
But what about before?
There musta been somebody else.
My head is fillin' up with every kinda dream.
A couple buckets, I'll be burstin' at the seams.
So can't you tell me something certain
something more than just
it doesn't feel right.
I know I'm not funny,
but you laughed all night
just like we been buddies.
But what about before?
You musta been somebody else.
Hold on to your love,
'cause that's what got you here.
That's what makes you tough.
Hold on with your gloves.
We got a hot one here.
I didn't make this up.
I've been watching children play all afternoon.
And I gotta say, there are things I never thought I'd do.
Like trip a little kid just to watch him fall.
You know it doesn't look right.
I know it's not funny,
but they laugh all night.
So much for your buddies.
But what about before?
They musta been somebody else.
The sickness comes and goes and keeps me in my bed.
A fatal flower grows from deep inside my head.
I single sniff and I go back to every single time
it felt so right, when you felt so funny.
It was strange and light,
like a feather on your tummy.
When I think about before,
I wish I'd been somebody else.
Hold on to your love,
cause that's what got you here.
That's what makes you tough.
You hold on with your gloves.
We got a hot one here.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on to your love.
You got a lot in there.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on with your gloves.
You got a hot one there.
No need to look for somebody else.