Choking

Choking on these words You can leave now Oh haven't you heard You can leave now We stand there like statues from different cities Both warriors of the same war Both victors of our territories Why do I feel so small? Oh you've got it all figured out What will be will be Fine work from a sailor's hand Who's always running away In between all your complex ideas Found out how love should be When you get the time to feel anything Anything real for me Oh you've got it all figured out What will be will be Fine words from a sailor's son Who's always running away I don't want your sympathy Don't quote me another phrase I understand all your philosophies But it hurts me just the same Choking on these words You can leave now Oh haven't heard You can leave now