Wet Grass Or Cold Cement

(album: Real Stories Of True People Who Kind Of Looked Like Monsters... - 2015)

Well, do you just confuse me for the sake?
Don't worry I'm just kidding, I never thought that you'd stay
There's a fine printed line in the love that we sell
And a little web of truth in those lies that I tell

So tell me what your thoughts were when you ran away
And I climbed all those trees, your familiar hiding place
And I stumbled upon you on some stranger's lawn
You said "Either way I get the short end of the straw

I mean, what are my options?
It's wet grass or cold cement, isn't it?"

I never found a moment
To confront or really hold that
Conversation so I let it go
Read your vibe, tried to flow with it
I left and got away with it
I left and got away with it

But that can't be true
'Cause something's still missing
And what if it's you?
There's a price to pay, isn't there?
'Cause the love here's not free, not everyone gets a share

So what are your options?
It's wet grass or cold cement, isn't it?

I never found a moment
To confront or really hold that
Conversation so I let it go
Read your vibe, tried to flow with it
I left and got away with it

I never found a moment
To confront or really hold that
Conversation so I let it go
Read your vibe, tried to flow with it
I left and got away with it
I left and got away with it