Powfu - draw you inside my book lyrics
Powfu [Isaiah Faber] Vancouver, British Columbia - Canada
[Powfu - draw you inside my book lyrics]
I was telling her secrets I
Knew she wouldn't keep
Quickly got in the habit of
Coming over every week
She would stare at my drawings
I would watch her eyes
Scrolling on her phone making fun
Of all the guys
She would talk with my parents
While I wait outside
She was good at not caring
I was way too blind
I should've been focused on things she said
I can see us still sitting on my bed
(Ayy) Time moves fast
But I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
We had this thing whenever we talked
If one of us blinked, the other one knocked
Shе would ask questions that
I never thought about
I just wish thеre was someone
I could talk with now
At 2: 00 am on school nights, wide awake
Still saying goodnight every time
Felt more painful
I'm tearing up drawings in my room
'Cause half of this shit I made for you
('Cause half of this shit I made for you)
Time moves fast
But I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
When you bought me that switchblade, ayy
When I saw it was real
And you told me to trust you
And you taught me to feel
Knew she wouldn't keep
Quickly got in the habit of
Coming over every week
She would stare at my drawings
I would watch her eyes
Scrolling on her phone making fun
Of all the guys
She would talk with my parents
While I wait outside
She was good at not caring
I was way too blind
I should've been focused on things she said
I can see us still sitting on my bed
(Ayy) Time moves fast
But I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
We had this thing whenever we talked
If one of us blinked, the other one knocked
Shе would ask questions that
I never thought about
I just wish thеre was someone
I could talk with now
At 2: 00 am on school nights, wide awake
Still saying goodnight every time
Felt more painful
I'm tearing up drawings in my room
'Cause half of this shit I made for you
('Cause half of this shit I made for you)
Time moves fast
But I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
When you bought me that switchblade, ayy
When I saw it was real
And you told me to trust you
And you taught me to feel