All the Things (I'm Not) - Drew Sycamore

I want to feel like I did back then I didn't see through weary eyes But this world of mine is all that I have And though it's lonely it is mine But it's getting harder to feel the same in time But all these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done I saw the darkness and I knew it well I've studied pain that I can't deny But this heart of mine is all that I have And though it's aching it is mine But it's getting harder to know what is right All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done Never gonna look back Never gonna let you in I only wanted you to know I've always been a stranger in All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done

All the small things True care, love brings I'll take one lift Your ride, best trip Always I know You'll be at my show Watching, waiting Commiserating Say it ain't so I will not go Turn the lights off Carry me home Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Late night come home Work sucks, I know She left me roses by the stairs Surprises let me know she cares Say it ain't so I will not go Turn the lights off Carry me home Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Say it ain't so I will not go Turn the lights off Carry me home Keep your head still I'll be your thrill The night will go on My little windmill (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Say it ain't so (Na-na, na-na) I will not go (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Turn the lights off (Na-na, na-na) Carry me home (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Keep your head still (Na-na, na-na) I'll be your thrill (Na-na, na-na, na-na) The night will go on, the night will go on (Na-na, na-na) My little windmill

What you want me for? What you want me for? What you want me for? What you waiting for then? What you want me for? What you want me for? What you want me for? What you waiting for then? Yeah, I don't know how you do What you do, but damn Yeah, I don't know how you do What you do, but damn Sweeter than a sycamore tree He was buzzing, buzzing Just like a bee for it He said he never met a girl Who make it euphoric He said he never met a girl like me And I don't think you're lying, I see it in your eyes You wanna compromise What you want me for? What you want me for? (Tell me what you want) What you want me for? What you waiting for then? (Tell me what you want) What you want me for? What you want me for? (Tell me what you want) What you want me for? What you waiting for then?

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em There's blood on the seas if you map 'em Christian, if you see your papa Tell him I love him He taught me to love in the wild And fight in the gym He taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup And you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up And stand tall Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores Sycamore got to grow down to grow up Young roots toil the soil like baby's first cup And when they bend you in two And say too green for the fire When all you want to do is be a part of the fire All you want to do is be the fire part of fire Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em There's blood on the seas if you map 'em Christian, when I see your papa I'll tell him you love him And remember to love in the wild And fight in the gym Remember the bottle gives birth to the cup And you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up And stand tall Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores

There's a place I know of in the western state Lost to any map that you can find Streets are made of cobble getting older Houses fade like coal after a fire I don't know where I'm going Somewhere I don't need to have a plan I don't know who I'm fighting now Anyone who falls across my hand Say no more, I'm gone And who is emptier than who? Still you're waiting there against the black Just to see me coming back But I don't think I'm likely to do that I'm gonna be so different if you find me You wont even realise I'm your man Slow and sure the coast will redefine me Turn me into sycamore and sand I don't know where I'm going Somewhere where the water meets the land I don't know why your troubling now Nobody can change who I now am Say no more, I'm gone And who is emptier than who? Still you're waiting there against the black Just to see me coming back But I don't think I'm likely to do that No I don't think I'm likely to do that