40wks Lyrics

Oh, oh, last time I kissed you 40 weeks ago

And though I never would demand it

Kiss me like you want me, you're perfect, don't demand it

You go though it hurts me, hurts me

Was it a vision when you kissed me

Was it lightning? You're a fallen angel

I feel compelled, are you a siren

A semi-violent spirit hanging from the next world

Do not have the gold to offer I'm at your temple

Headache coming pay you next week I'm a lily till you cross me

Oh what a temper I'll leave you stinging with a red cheek

Oh, oh, last time I kissed you 40 weeks ago

And though I never would demand it

Kiss me like you want me, you're perfect, don't demand it

You go, though it hurts me, hurts me

In a little big town just down south

A woman there, and she made thee

Expose our faults and break our walls

Still, I wouldn't change a damn thing

Turn back time, stand as a wall

Between you and the wrong things

I craft my words through the lens of love

Yet I still say all the wrong things

Oh, oh, last time I kissed you 40 weeks ago

And though I never would demand it

Kiss me like you want me, you're perfect, don't demand it

You go, and it hurts me, hurts me

Hurts me so

That you don't wanna carry on

Loving all the songs I wrote

Wondering if it's too far gone

Oh, my, my, my heart Oh, my head

It spins round and round these nights

What we might have been

I still think of all the notes you'd leave about me

It's been 40 weeks, feel myself withdrawing

Oh, oh, last time I kissed you 40 weeks ago

And though I never would demand it

Kiss me like you want me, you're perfect, don't demand it

You go, though it hurts me, hurts me

it's been 40 weeks, got about 40 things I'd like to say to you

But here's the fucking thing

You don't have a fuck to give, you cauterized the wound

Do you remember me

The way the sparks would fly when in a room

It's been 40 weeks, gotta let you go

And here's the 40 things

I don't even love you, I just love the way I loved you

If you called me back to say hello I'd crawl right over to you

It's been 40 weeks and 40 drinks

And Drunken nights stuck wondering

Fuck

Oh, oh, last time I kissed you 40 weeks ago

And though I never would demand it

Kiss me like you want me, you're perfect, don't demand it

You go, and it hurts me, hurts me, hurts me so

That you don't wanna carry on

Loving all the songs I wrote

Wondering if it's too far gone