ukulele songs at 3am that i won't want here when i wake up..

"you pluck the words right from my lips
and like the little gray stones that you skip
they all end up in tall glass jars
that line the shelves
that line the walls
of you heart.

on the heavily gaurded walls of your heart,
i saw too much of me in the dark

i painted you up like a house,
but you only left a tiny charcol mark
on me.

you begin at the end-
would you,
start at the start,
start at the start
for me.

hey, dear,
that's not the way it works out here
i have every right to avoid the fight
hey, dear,
that's not the way it works out here
i have every right to deny your eyes.

it's bright and clear
if you listen hard enough to hear.."