Flit

Suppose I like your smile
Suppose I like you more
Suppose I liked the trip up there
Suppose I liked your snore

We’re always the ones to say
how good it would be to hang
Though, I could go for more

So we get to thinking
Thinking brings the things we’ve seen
Confusing bad dreams

Are you gonna give me some room?
Or do you wanna feel what I’m going through?
Are you gonna stand over there?
Or do you wanna feel and breathe this cool air?
Are you gonna run when it’s good?
Or do you wanna do what they all said they would?

If everyone here’s to blame
Why don’t we say nobody here’s to blame
Different angle, and we’re still all the same
I’ve thought blame’s a silly game for a while now

So we get to thinking
Thinking brings the things we’ve seen
Elusive sweet, sweet dreams

We’re always the ones to say
how good it would be to hang
Though, I could go for more

Suppose I like your style
Suppose I like your grit
Suppose I liked the smile you’d shine
Suppose I liked your flit