Slow Sips - Kyle Lionhart

Way back

Way back when we lost track

The weeds grow through our walls now

And flowies (flowers) don't stand tall

Slow sips

Slow sips of your wine dear

I don't want your honesty

I can't take much more

When he holds onto you

Does he hold you tight

I cut from that blade

To suffer at night

The turn of the leaf

The moment that's gone

For searching for right

When nothing was wrong

We counted the nights

As they turned to blue

You want me to wait

Keep waiting for you

So waiting's what I'll do

Maybe

You got caught up with

Trying to be

A part of your everyday

And that's how it must stay

When he holds onto you

Does he hold you tight

I cut from that blade

To suffer at night

The turn of the leaf

The moment that's gone

For searching for right

When nothing was wrong

We counted the nights

As they turned to blue

You want me to wait

Keep waiting for you

So waiting's what I'll

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When he holds onto you

Does he hold you tight

I cut from that blade

To suffer at night

The turn of the leaf

The moment that's gone

For searching for right

When nothing was wrong

We counted the nights

As they turned to blue

You want me to wait

Keep waiting for you

So waiting's what I'll do