glimpse of you

I still see your glimpse of you

When I pass your door

I still see your glimpse of you

In my honest core

I still see your glimpse of you

Peaking when I'm sore

I still see your glimpse of you

This time, I adore

I still see, I still see

I still see you every day

I still see, I still see (see)

I still see you

See (I still see)

See (I still see)

See (I still see)

See (I still see)

It's your birthday today

I pray that you answer the door

I just flew into DCA

The altitude cancelled the noise (I still see)

I knowck on the front and then I pound

With the rhythm of a bounce beat

I knew that that would get your guard down

I smile when I hear the knob squeak

We make eye contact, so swift

And then you look far past me

Your mannerisms, oh, so frantic

Every time I see 'em and it's like the first time

I get nauseating panic

But I slow breathe and wipe my mist

'Cause even though you let me in your place

You'll kick me out when paranoia hits

So I will cherish all the time you give me

I got so many updates to share (I still see)

I broke up with my last girlfriend

I did Flog Gnaw last year

My asthma been debilitatin' lately

But no more hospital visits

Knock on wood, I'm putting on some healthy weight

Just like you did at my digits?

I got a excess of shit to tell you

It's been forever, don't know where to start

But will I go a long tangent? Nah

I'm keeping all my words brief and sparse

I hope if I am calm inside your presence

That you will then return to yourself

And I can catch a glimpse of you to take home

And put up on the center of my shelf, I love you

I still see you, I still see you

You are immoralized (I still see you)

I still see you, the bark of my roots

I grow from you, my friend

I still see you, I still see you

You are immoralized (I still see you)

I still see you, the bark of my roots

I grow from you, my friend

You are immoralized

I still see

You are immoralized (I still see you)

I grow from you, my friend

So there's another story in the Bible

The story of a man who lived in a cave

And he would cut himself

And the people of the community tried to

Contain him with chains

And he broke through the chains

They called him the demoniac

He was tormented by voices

Today, we would call that schizophrenic

And the next day, the same man who had been living in caves

Was sitting quietly clothed and in his right mind

That story gives me hope every time I

Lose faith, that he could be well

I read that story