Hanalei
MLK, You're OK
I became yours at a hazy loft partyAt a band a goodway neighborhood in OaklandFoggy, fifty-six degrees and raining, I wasout in the side yard just faking cool and smokingSwimming through the gossip, under a sea of smothered starsBreathing through a bottle hardly coming up for airThere were night moves, politics, and manic panic staresI was working in the morning. I didn't really careI lock all the doors when I sleepYou always find a way to break inMy tired eyes they don't wanna trace your faceYou always find a way to make themI went inside all swirling and sloppyEveryone was greased up on the feedback and bum wineUp on the second floor, looking bored and faking coolthe in crowd was pointing fingers and drawing linesThere you were with snowflake hair and incandescenceAn old red hoody and a shotgun smileWhen your eyes met mine, so divineI knew I'd be doing time for a good long whileI lock all the doors when I sleepYou always find a way to break inMy tired eyes they don't wanna trace your faceYou always find a way to make themI lock all the doors when I sleepYou always find a way to break in
From Letras Mania