Blake Mills, Fiona Apple - Don't Tell Our Friends About Me lyrics
[Blake Mills, Fiona Apple - Don't Tell Our Friends About Me lyrics]
And I felt ashamed of how angry I got
I know I was not getting my message across
I know you can't stand it
When that's how I talk
When I summon a duel or
When I brandish a thought
I was wrong turnin' honesty against you
Sure, some of them could use a good talk
But babe, don't tell all our friends about me
Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me
I could sleep on the couch, if you want me to
I can be a good dog and just sit with you
Do whatever it is that you ask me to do
'Til you forgive me and I forgive you
Yeah, I know you got the beating
But I caught a few
Frankly, I don't know what else
I can confess to you
Lovers may quarrel and spar sometimes
But babe, don't tell all our friends about me
Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
But please, baby
Don't tell our friends about me
You just said you just needed
Some time to adjust
These forty-eight hours and three
Weeks and two months
Hummingbirds hum and worker bees buzz
You put too much confidence in
The people you trust
All the enemies and friends
They'll all tend to judge
And I'll write songs that'll help
Me deal with issues
And sure, some people may hear too much
But babe
They don't tell all our friends about us
You know it makes them talk too much
So please, baby
Don't tell all our friends about me
(All your friends aren't my friends anymore)
Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me
Yes, I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
I know I fucked up i know I fucked up
But please, baby
Don't tell our friends about me