Lyrics : Dylan Scott/Ashley Frangipane
Music : Dylan Scott/Ashley Frangipane
He said, "Darling, who you praying to?
Was anybody answering you?
Because I've done my part for ten years now
And I can't seem to get through"
He said, "I really don't care if you cut your hair
And I really wouldn't mind if we don't go anywhere
'Cause I've got you, yeah, I've got you now
I've got you"
And I think your bruised knees are sort of pretty
And I think your tired eyes are kind of nice
When I first met you, there was a garden
Growing in the black hole of my mind
He said, "Darling, what's it coming to?
And have you got a lighter on you?
Been trying to put these down for ages now
But I can't seem to come through"
He said, "I really don't mind if we take our time
'Cause I've got a couple bottles of your favorite wine
And I've got you, yeah, I've got you now
I've got you"
And I think your bruised knees are sort of pretty
And I think your tired eyes are kind of nice
When I first met you, there was a garden
Growing in the black hole of my mind
I love everything that you've got, boy
Tell me that you'll be mine, be mine, be mine
Sick, sweet nothing's you're tryna talk, boy
Tell me that you'll be mine, be mine, be mine
And I think your bruised knees are sort of pretty
And I think your tired eyes are kind of nice
When I first met you, there was a garden
Growing in the black hole of my mind