I Don't Mean to

Juice Webster

Compositor: Juice Webster

Making sense of nothing much
Making sense of worth
Trace it all back to the start
Let’s go back to birth

There’s no footage anywhere
Words are all they give
I know I'm a lucky one
Got nothing to forgive

But I find comfort
In nothing else but you
I don’t mean to
Put this all on you

Hell flame under Sun and Moon
Lifeless little shell
There’s no space inside the womb
It’s ok to yell

I find comfort
In nothing else but you
I don’t mean to
Put this all on you

I’ll try to find
Something else to do
It’s not fair to
Put this all on you