He was never mine, but oh,
Cause I have missed him all the time
Target bullseye, heart of mine
This little girl used to think she could fly
So we took a trip to the deep south
But I thought you'd like it
I learned a lot from your heart
when I let you blow through me
I miss my still life and my straight face
There's a market for me, it's not you
I've got to cut my losses, lose you
is there's always a hunkies little girl
She's just down on her lungs
But we took a trip to the deep south
I imagined it'd be you, man,
I thought you would like it
I learned a lot from your heart
when I let you blow through
me and you broke my limbs
I miss my still life and my straight face,
Oh, burned me when you took me down,
oh, this wind won't die anytime
Not with some of his heart
But with the sum of his parts
Not with sum of his parts
But with the sum of his parts
So we took a trip to the deep south
I'd never seen Savannah, I imagine
I thought you wouldn't like it
I learned a lot from your heart
when I let you blow through
I miss my silhouette, my straight face
when you took me to the deep side
And I'm still burnin' and spinnin'