Letra de Everysong
Think you're really something now Just 'cause I offer you a ride in my brand new car When you know we're nothing more than just Smoke and rhetoric and barely rhyming as we areSo don't get so excited He's not that kind of writer Chances are we'll wind up In some godforsaken cul-de-sac not loveNo use to get sad about it Can't love everysongWell, let's not lose perspective, now Just because we spend a little time together While we're on our way And sure, I'll hold you for a little while If you ask me, I can stay at least until tomorrowBut now we're halfway through the song And I'm still tagging along Surely clouds are coming soon But as of now, I can see nothing but blueNo use to go second guessing Can't cry everysongMaybe the wine is going cheap At the creative retreat Maybe our man's smoking something Because something's feeling scarily like loveNo need to complain, no siree, Bob Can't cry everysong