Ours For The Making Lyrics

You're helping me out, but I'm not that handsome

You're bringing me down, but there's no king's ransom

It's like a sale, that you're never making

When we're just ourselves, it's ours for the making

Ain't nobody going to bring me down

Ain't nobody going to bring me down

When we don't come here, when we don't meet

The pieces laying about our feet

Ain't nobody going to bring me down

When I'm nearly spent, you set ultimatums

I'm craving release, from equivocation

You think I'm wrong, but you're never asking

The whites of your eyes, the hurt that you're masking

It could have been so much more than this

Losing all my eloquence

So wrapped up in my own self-defence

Ain't nobody going to bring me down