Rock, Post Grunge, folk,
Musical Tourettes: Fuck Categories
Lyrics
You’re the One
You are the one that poets have been writing about
For centuries and centuries, words can’t explain
Is it the same, the way you call my name?
It makes me want to scream and shout
You’re the one
You’re the one who
You’re the one who makes my heart bleed
You are the reason that cavemen drew on the walls
To carve an image to calm there lonely nights
Waiting by the phone for you to call
It’s no wonder I’m sleeping all alone
You’re the one
You’re the one who
You’re the one who makes my heart bleed
You’re the one
You’re the one who
You’re the one who makes my heart bleed
You are the answer to the questions asked in this life
Of where to go and who to be to find happiness
Taking for granted, all the time we have
Letting you slip right from my hands
You’re the one
You’re the one who
You’re the one who makes my heart bleed
You’re the one
You’re the one who
You’re the one who makes my heart bleed
