Now - Stephen Fretwell

Now you, you were always there to tell

To say you wrote it in blood

Pretend you stayed up all the night

And under your breath

In your pretty red dress

As you fell in my bed

What was it you said

All I suggest you tried to impress

Upon me something

Well I sold another one of your guitars

If you’re not gonna come

I’ll probably sell them all

I don’t want them here

I know nobody knows

And I’m tired of hiding

Feels like water

Cold like like your hand

Lay me down

I never got up

Never got up

Now you, you were always that way

All fire and stone

Staying up all the day

And in your pretty red dress

As you fell in my bed

What was it you said

That failed to impress

All I suggest or try to suppress

Or ever want something

Feels like water

Cold like like your hand

Lay me down

I might not see any of this

Any of it through