Skylar Gudasz Waitress Lyrics

I give to you my troubled mind
I give to you my apple pie
I send you my regrets from this diner
I'm a loner who loves to lay low in your arms

You can't help what it is you love
There's lipstick on my coffee cup
I write down the words that I find you in
On a napkin, the mark of your teeth
Still in my stockings

You say that I'm stuck on the blues
Well they were there before you
And it's likely they'll be here
Long after you're gone So I play along and keep my shades on
My dreams in cyan

All I wanted to do
Was write you
A song so true it would save your life
And save mine
My, the truth might set you free
But it won't free you from time

So I give to you my troubled mind
I give to you my apple pie
Do you forgive me for
All the ways that I missed you
Did I ever not miss you
In my bones, in being myself
I could be no one else