Jack McManus-Bang On The Piano (СТС)

I wonder, if you could be, my therapy, It’s kind of awkward, but obvious, It’s what I need, I’m not Michaelangelo painting a ceiling, But you’re the last shade of red that I’ve been missing. There’s not a pill that I can take, You’re just a habit that I can’t break... I’ll bang on this piano ’til the feeling has come, I’m standing on the edge but my feet can’t jump, Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue and I won’t stop, Until the feeling has gone. It’s barely 4 in the morning, still can’t sleep, And that blanket wrapped around you, Wish that was me, But I’m just one more cynical dreamer, I’ve had a dream like this... I’m putting up a hand, pretending I don’t care, There’s not a pill that I can take, You’re just a habit, That I can’t break... I’ll bang on this piano ’til the feeling has come, I’m standing on the edge but my feet can’t jump, Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue and I won’t stop, Until the feeling has gone. I don’t need to know where we’re going, I just need to scream