mraz, jason
tonight, not again
the night. she brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow clouds soothe shredded by the calico were oh so vast and quick as i was on my own now. this time like every other time i believe that i never find another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky and i'm all alone again tonight not again not again not again. and don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. lovely. still i'm unable to inhale all the riches as i'm awkward as a wound on my bones still i've got cobblestone joints and plate glass points as i'm all by myself tonight not again not againe and don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. lovely. well if you should nervously break down when its time for the shakedown would you take it it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it and don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. lovely. say it again. lovely. so lovely. to do it again again. loving again. it's coming again. lovely.