Glimpse Of You Letra

In my own escort
I still see your glimpse of you
Kicking when I'm sore
I still see your glimpse of you
This time, I adore

I still see, I still see
I still see you everyday
I still see, I still see (See)
I still see you

See (I still see)
See (I still see)
See (I still see)
See (I still see)

It's your birthday today
I pray that you answer the door
I just flew into DC, ayy
The altitude cancel the noise (I still see)
I'm not gonna front another pound
With the rhythm of a pounce beat
I knew that would get your guard down
I smile when I hear the knob squeak
We make eye contact, so swift
And then you look far past me
Your mannerisms, oh, so frantic
Every time I see 'em and it's like the first time
I get lost, begin to panic
But I slow-breathe and wipe my mist
'Cause even though you let me in your place
You kick me out when paranoia hits
So I will cherish all the time you give me
I got so many updates to share (I still see)
I broke up with my last girlfriend
I did Flog Gnaw last year
My ass just been into feelings hatin' lately
But no more hospital visits
Knock on wood, I'm putting on some healthy weight
Just like you did at my digits
I gotta access this shit to tell you
It's been forever, don't know where to start
But will I go a long tangent? Nah
I'm keeping all my words brief and sparse
I hope if I can calm inside your presence
That you will then return to yourself
And I can catch a glimpse of you to take home
And put up on the center of my shelf, look

I still see you, I still see you
You are a borderline (I still see)
I still see you, the bark of my roots
I grow from you, my friend
I still see you, I still see you
You are a borderline (I still see)
I still see you, the bark of my roots
I grow from you, my friend

Yeah
You are a borderline
I still see
You are a borderline (I still see)
I grow from you, my friend

So there's another story in the Bible
The story of a man who lived in a cave
And he would cut himself, and the people in the community would try to
Contain him with chains
And he broke through the chains
They called him the Demoniac
He was tormented by voices
Today, we would call that schizophrenic
And the next day, the same man who was living in caves
Was sitting quietly clothed and in his right mind
That story gives me hope every time I
Lose faith, that he could be well
I read that story
Mm