Riddle Me This

Despite how this sounds I'm not running my guitar through a filter, the mic on my computer is just really...crappy. This song has many more drafts to go through before its done, but here it is in its infancy.




Front steps with a beer, a cigarette and a secret
Kept not through concealment, but unfamiliarity
Lay it out for me

You know, or you don't, but I have recently had a rough go
And I'm paying on dividends
I have one or two or 12 loose ends

So, who are you? Where are you from?
What do you stand for and what ever do you want from me?

Kitchen table confessions, of my life preceeding you
I am on a path, but now Anji I'm not sure what do to
Because this path did not account for you

I know that I don't deserve this chance
And really, I'm not ready for romance
But please just say yes
To one or two or 12 more nights like this

Riddle me this what am I to do about a little kiss
Set on repeat in the forefront of my mind
Everytime you laugh, and that first time you cried

Kitchen table conversations of what it might feel like
you and me
to share a path, the inevitability

Riddle me this what am I to do about a little kiss
Set on repeat, I will make you mine
And everytime you laugh, and each time you cry
I will hold you,
mmmm, you and I