Текст песни 3 Left Feet - Mavi

I wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits a cliff
Told you my grip was slipping
U looked up like is it really
Or u want your fist for clinching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
A willing dancer
Three left feet step in a jilted pattern
And threes a crowd
I was clumsy u convinced that all that whispered chatter
Would grow to screams n pull our seams out into listless tatter
Lack of expertise became distant past and didn't matter
I want you back but I can't give you the years
I can't give back the tears
On tour can't give u experience
Yo womanhood your own so I can't give u experiments
This lil introductory love not the peak of the pyramid
I blush n thru my fingers I first peek at you hearing this
The heat of the mirror make my eyes sprinkle like spearmint
I'm peerless to these fans but painting peel when you peering in
U the one that understand why I can't feel how they cheer for me
Fasted from love
Avoidant when you tried to chase my
I ran faster from love n then chase after you dumb
I know the wrinkles of your brain jus like the back of my thumb
I wanna pick it but I listen when u tell me we done
Where my persistence
U knocked the wind out of my sails where my conditioning
U counterbalanced out my Libra scales but now they tip again
I look to my right for the reminder of the mission is
Yo spot is the emptiest hold vigil where you was sitting

Wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits a cliff
Told you my grip was slipping
U looked up like is it really
Or u want your fist for clinching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
A willing dancer
Three left feet
It was yo grace
Then no space we married in the soul space
It couldn't carry onto earth because u jus too holy
Me with you too whole
And we compose to decompose ain't it
Ima see you on the path again cause I'm supposed ain't it
We pose to b a no brainer
How many times I sew Frankenstein up
Before the torch and the forksa dreams become divorce again
U left me at the same tree u found me before hanging

Wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wits a cliff
Told you my grip was slipping
U looked up like is it really
Or u want your fist for clinching
Couldn't answer
Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
A willing dancer
Three left feet