Bert Jerred

you ate your words again
and washed it down when
a coffee hurricane
swept you away

you're picture-perfect
i could steal one snapshot
i could steal your soul
before you say no

but someone caught me in the rain
when i was feeling so abused
i was walking after you
i was trying to remember where you go

when you've had enough
of my kind of love
hey, i'll leave the tip
but don't forget to pay

let it be what it is
let it be what it is
let it be what it is
let it be what it is

it's getting later and later
i think i'd better be gone
you want someone
to keep you on the street

you swallow your words
choking on the wishbone
and all the while
this hunger consumes you

let it be what it is
let it be what it is
let it be what it is
let it be what it is

you're picture-perfect
i could steal one snapshot
i could steal your soul
before you say no
you say no