chamomile - jhfly

I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that I can’t reveal

Until we’re high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile

I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that I can’t reveal

Until we’re high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile

I guess

I’ve got letters that I’ve written

A few of them I’m tempted to incinerate

They tend to pile up around my desk

At the frequency of sadness and dinner plates

It’s easy to get lost inside of memories

It’s harder to pretend that isn’t bothersome

You told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers

So I went to the market and I got you some

And I didn’t even break down when I left my house

(maybe it’ll all be ok)

I didn’t even get anxious when I went out

(maybe it’ll all be ok)

You know, the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth, my mouth

(maybe it’ll all be ok)

But, darling, just finish your tea, and we’ll go lay down

(we'll go lay down)

We can go lay down

I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that I can’t reveal

Until we’re high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile