Day 1: Baby, Don’t You Let Me Go

This is proof that what you do in high school still influences what you do today, even if you absolutely hated it. I really did not intend on barbershopping this thing. But hey.

Throwing my life into a telescope
Oh it’s a faulty bridge I swear
Hurtling through the years towards
Some Great Wall in your room

Everything tilts just to give us a peek
Of the knife that spreads the riot
Across the land into the open shadow
Under the nook of your arm

Baby baby, won’t you let me know
If you ever feel the same way ?

Baby baby, won’t you let me know
If you ever feel the same way ?

Gifted with a breath to love
But I’m sealing up my doubts in a cough
It’s been a while and I’d like to sit
But all the bars are closed for the night

Everything tilts just to give us a peek
Of the knife that spreads the riot
Across the land into the open shadow
Under the nook of your arm

Baby baby, won’t you let me know
If you ever feel the same way?

Baby baby, won’t you let me know
If you ever feel the same way?

Baby baby, don’t you let me go
If you ever feel the same way

Baby baby, don’t you let me go
If you ever feel that way

Baby baby, don’t you let me go
Baby baby, don’t you let me go
Baby baby, don’t you let me go
Baby baby, don’t you let me go