From the recording high school drama
Lyrics
I got a man who will hold me know me show me the whole me and I know he's mine
I got a man who will help me tells me that Hell would be swell if I'd follow behind
it wasn't the hour the flowers the drugs or the showers that made me fall
it wasn't the power the scour the sweet or the sour of him that made me fall
it might be the card games the nick names the headaches
the outtakes of feeling my heart break
it must be the passion the fashion the action of tension prevention
within our connection
I got a man who assumes me grooms me proves and consumes my love
he's got all of me
he's got a woman who hurts him deserts him converts him averts him but
he's got my apologies
its not when he spurns me concerns me burns me and turns me on
that I know he caught me
it's not that he kissed me missed me dismissed me and pissed me off
that I know he caught me
it might be the weather the sweater
the temperature's better when we get together
it must be the heater the metered procedure of cheated perfection
within our connection
it might be the drastic lasting fantastic
snap of a bond thats elastic
I know its a lesson a blessing' a session of midnight confessions
within our connection