Don't tell me you love me
Don't say you're alone
Don't tell me you'll be there for me
If you never even pick up the phone
Don't ask me a question
If the answer is known
You pinned my god to my ankle
Then you handed Paris the bow
People can tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you, so
I don't know how I feel about you
What's that on the skyline?
Are we nearer to home?
I've been asking about you, dear
But no one seems to know where you've gone
Could you muster a sorry?
Down from deep in your bones?
Would it hurt you to seem so human
As to never want to be alone
People tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
I don't know how I feel about you
The Bancrofts - Asking About You (Live from the Bedroom) Lyrics
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Don't tell me you love me
Don't say you're alone
Don't tell me you'll be there for me
If you never even pick up the phone
Don't ask me a question
If the answer is known
You pinned my god to my ankle
Then you handed Paris the bow
People can tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you, so
I don't know how I feel about you
What's that on the skyline?
Are we nearer to home?
I've been asking about you, dear
But no one seems to know where you've gone
Could you muster a sorry?
Down from deep in your bones?
Would it hurt you to seem so human
As to never want to be alone
People tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
I don't know how I feel about you
Don't say you're alone
Don't tell me you'll be there for me
If you never even pick up the phone
Don't ask me a question
If the answer is known
You pinned my god to my ankle
Then you handed Paris the bow
People can tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you, so
I don't know how I feel about you
What's that on the skyline?
Are we nearer to home?
I've been asking about you, dear
But no one seems to know where you've gone
Could you muster a sorry?
Down from deep in your bones?
Would it hurt you to seem so human
As to never want to be alone
People tell me that I'm lame
For putting this to letter
But it's my pride and not my shame that makes me feel better
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
Tip me over and pour me out
Nobody cries over spilled up doubt
Knowledge makes me feel brand new
But I don't even know how I feel about you
I don't know how I feel about you
Writer: Byron Davis, Luke Vella
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