Simon London + the Spirits - Ours For The Making

You're helping me out, but I'm not that handsome
You're bringing me down, but there's no king's ransom
It's like a sale, that you're never making
When we're just ourselves, it's ours for the making

Ain't nobody going to bring me down
Ain't nobody going to bring me down
When we don't come here, when we don't meet
The pieces laying about our feet
Ain't nobody going to bring me down

When I'm nearly spent, you set ultimatums
I'm craving release, from equivocation
You think I'm wrong, but you're never asking
The whites of your eyes, the hurt that you're masking

It could have been so much more than this
Losing all my eloquence
So wrapped up in my own self-defence
Ain't nobody going to bring me down

Written by:
Simon London

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