Chore

Dreamin',

not so far from you as you're sleeping 

Notice 

peace comes before believing 

 

But if I irritate you, 

it's a different story

If I irritate you, 

this is something else 

 

Is getting under your skin a kind of glory 

or is it something shipped in straight from Hell 

 

and I'm dreamin'

that my prayers don't have seams 

and I notice 

I've got growing up and sitting down to do

 

Is it a chore to wait for me?

Or a train stop where you're meant to be 

come to go, come to go 

where you'd like to be 

from the beginning 

 

oh oh oh oh oh oh 

 

Association myself with saints 

and I'm dreaming 

and every single moment between the world and I

facing the morning with my head held too high 

and I'm not using words to impress you but hypocritically 

it feels so nice and

 

is it a chore to wait for me? 

or a train stop where you're meant to be

come to go, come to go

where you'd like to be

from the beginning 

 

Look over me

do not spare me please

Look over me

cuz in the end

 

it's your approval

your wink and nod 

I want you to say "I want you, good job."'

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