Things Like This

I磎 not looking for absolution
For all my sins or every fight
Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night
I磎 not the one here who has to hide
Things like this don’t grow on trees, babe !
Things like this don’t come for free
Sometimes?
The obvious is hard to see
Like raindrops in the stormy sea
So won’t you live with me on my tree
I can’t regret misunderstandings
Not even all the ones I磛e caused
The best conditions for crashlanding
So I磎 not sure if I can stay
And remain sincerely yours
Things like…