Tell Me That You Love Me
Inara George
i know where you live
it's on the back of your envelope
i'm in the back of your car
across the universe
cover me up
i'm like a pet salamander
just cut a few holes for some air
carry me everywhere
tell me that you love me
i'm splitting hairs
dissecting the good from the bad ones
playing repeat in my head
i'm on the telephone talking too loud
hunting and pecking my enemies
speaking in tounges till i'm blue
trying to catch up to you
tell me that you love me