All I Can Do

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Tribe 8 - Pop

All I Can Do

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Duration: 5:59

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Lyrics

I laid my gaze on the flesh of your blue-veined breast I let my hand slip down your waist Down to touch the hem of your dress My other hand reached around the back Of your neck too loose the buttons there And that's when I noticed you weren't moving Not easing up close to me Not talking nasty stories all low and soft and steamy Not saying nothing Stiff Staring Like some kind of traumatized child You cry when I touch you You lie there and pray I'll take my hands away You lie still and whisper "If I turn into wood I can wish you away," Sometimes you look just like you did that Day in thе third grade when they took your Picturе, but you weren't there because You'd gone You'd gone away, you've got that I-been-hurt-but-I-don't-believe-it look You've got that you-might-touch-me-but-I'll-never-feel-it look But my hands aren't his rough hands My face not his rough face My voice not his singing threats Your eyes are wide You've gone away Just like you used to when he would touch you Floating above us there you can watch us Under me lies someone I don't know Someone I've seen a few times before What do you feel when I back you up Against the wall in the kitchen My leg pressed between yours? Do you feel him push you, do you see the Pictures of him as he stands with his feet wide apart His hand on your shoulder, his belt in his hand? What do you hear when I tell you "Kiss me,"? The hiss of his belt pulled through his belt loops The click of the buckle, the sound of his Ominous, gravely chuckle? No I'm not that prick wielding his dick like Some kind of weapon, I'm not the sick Bastard that did this to you, I'm not him it's Only me. I hate him, I love you, I'll kill him I want you, I want you, I want you to live We'll make him pay now We'll burn his house down We'll make him grovel With a gun to his temple Your daddy Your daddy Your daddy I know you hate Hate me to hate him That hate stays safe in daughter's hate reserves All I can do is wait in the trenches to Retrieve the body of daddy's girl All I can do is cover you I know you love her All I can do is cover you I'm not god, I'm just your lover All I can do is cover you

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Credits

Writers
  • Tribe 8
  • Leslie Mah
  • Lynn Breedlove
  • Lynn Payne
  • Silas Howard
  • Slade Bellum