Songs I Write | VI

Listen

In every other sense, every other way, every other aspect of the word, you're perfect
My feelings feel immense, every single day I make love to you with the words, you're perfect

And still I recall the issue at fault that flaws you
Then flaws us
And still I reconsider your tribute as a giver, that haunts me
Then flaws us

I wanna be loved
And you love me so well then
It makes it seem worse
That you don't listen
I want it to feel natural
You make it a mission
It makes it seem impossible
That you don't listen

Oh boy, if I had a penny for each time I repeated the same fucking thing
Goes without saying, and I'm tired of excuses and the shit you say to prove you don't listen
Oh man, if I had a pound for each amount of times you seem to mispronounce the script I had written
You've been given it all from me, I'm giving and you receive and all I ask is you succeed in fucking listening

And still I recall the issue at fault that flaws you
Then flaws us
And still I reconsider your tribute as a giver, that haunts me
Then flaws us

I wanna be loved
And you love me so well then
It makes it seem worse
That you don't listen
I want it to feel natural
You make it a mission
It makes it seem impossible
For you to listen

In every other sense, every other way, every other aspect of the word, you're perfect
My feelings feel immense, every single day I make love to you with the words, you're perfect
Perfect doesn't get you very far when it gets hard and all you could do is smile and make it glisten
A perfect smile, you know it is, you know you would be if you would, god-forbid, you listen
Learn your lesson and listen