Lyrics French Toast - Hobbie Stuart

Like a dream with only half of you there
That′s how it feels
Like I'm breathing with inadequate air
That′s how it feels

Loving you can feel like
French toast in the morning
Like ah, how could it be better?
Tell me how to make you love me
And I'll do it

I'll suffer and ache at the end of it
′Cause I can′t see a road that doesn't lead to you
My only mistake is I need you more
Than you need me

′Cause loving you could feel like
French toast in the morning
Like ah, how could it be better?
Tell me how to make you love me, yeah
And I'll do it

Motion sickness, I won′t pull over
We can ride this out 'til we′re sober
I might light the candle from both ends

Watch your love burn out 'til we're broken, yeah
Still I shower you in my affection
Despite fractured reflections when I look in your eyes
That′s how loving you can feel

But then other times it′s like
French toast in the morning
Like ah, how could it be better?
Tell me how to make you love me, yeah
And I'll do it

How could it be better?
Tell me how to make you love me, yeah