Be My Eyes

Big brown bedroom eyesThey’re bad for meReluctantly you hit meTo my vulnerabilityI don’t like this feeling’cause I can’t see straightSomething says I met my matchCourtesy of fateI’ve always taken prideIn my independenceSo afraid and carefulNot to show itNo – but you give me clarityLike a bright green laser beamI think you want what’s best for meIn spite of my resistanceBe my eyesSing me, I’m your songMake me wise, babyI’ll be strongConstantly the ones we love scorn usIt’s not for them to comprehendIt’s none of their businessMisery loves companyI think you really know meAnd there’s no coincidenceMy mama must have made meSo we would find each other

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