Half of what I figured out is wrong, So you can't take it too hard. I have a way of taking simple things and making them hard. Come November, we'll be far apart. And as the snow sticks to my window, I reminisce of you. You could knock me down with a feather. You could hold me in your eyes. I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize. You could knock me down with a feather. You could hold me in your eyes. I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize. I was poised to make the first move,
But I guess thinking of you and all The promises I make myself have their own built in excuses; It would be so easy just to tell the truth. You tell me just enough to keep me still. Standing here, but you could knock me down with a feather. You could hold me in your eyes. I'm not so far gone, but I can't sympathize; But if the answer is never, You could buy me for a dime Will you be the first to wash your hands of this crime?