Error, Andy Testo

Waiting for an error that would easily become
The one to make us happy and be overwhelmed with love
It's conversation terror
This old tyranny of tears
Like not letting me go would change a thing
I'd still be here
To the sun
I can't run
But I'm glad we talked...
Didn't I say I would
Didn't I say I could
Didn't I say I would overdose on you

Talking about the headlines that would always make you cry
Like: who'll be there for the kids when their dad has gone to die?
Like: asking what if you will suddenly no more be there?
Like answering: I'll marry you and always take care
Of the sun
We can't run
But I'm glad we talked...

Didn't I say I would
Didn't I say I could
Didn't I say I would overdose on you