Blake Mills

Don't Tell Our Friends About Me
The older I am, the wiser I'm notAnd I felt ashamed of how angry I gotI know I was not getting my message acrossI know you can't stand it when that's how I talkWhen I summon a duel or when I brandish a thoughtI was wrong to turn honesty against youAnd sure, some of them could use a good talkBut babe, don't tell all our friends about mePlease, baby, don't tell our friends about meI could sleep on the couch if you want me toOr I can be a good dog and just sit with youDo whatever it is that you ask me to do'Til you forgive me and I forgive youYeah, I know you got the beating but I caught a feelingFrankly, I don't know what else I can confess to youLovers may quarrel and spar sometimes, But babe, don't tell all our friends about mePlease, baby, don't tell our friends about meI know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, Letras de cancionesBut please, baby, don't tell all our friends about meYou said you just needed some time to adjustIt's been 48 hours and 3 weeks and 2 monthsHummingbirds hum and workerbees buzzYou put too much confidence in the people you trustAll the enemies and friends, they'll all tend to judge And I'll write songs that'll help me deal with issues, And sure, some people may hear too much But babe, they don't tell all our friends about usYou know it makes them talk too muchSo please, baby, don't tell our friends about me(All your friends aren't my friends anymore)Please, baby, don't tell our friends about meYes, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, But please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me From Letras Mania