James Choice & the Bad Decisions

From the album "The Something in Nothing"
© James Choice & The Bad Decisions & Kleio Records 2018

There’s a hole inside my pocket,
my thoughts fall into every night
but time to time I think it’s worth it
having them not roll around inside my mind

The cold tap in my apartment,
let’s nine drops fall every hour
on the day it reaches ten, I swear to you,
I’m gonna focus all my power
and close the door to that room

Father wakes up every morning,
picks up the paper with a frown,
reads at the table, eats his breakfast,
and devours all of the sadness of the town

And there’s a man who lives on Grove street
Each day he rakes November leaves
And leaves them all piled high so neatly,
yet let’s them be blown back beneath his feet

You make me love you in a way that I don’t want to love you

Every night it feels I’m chasing
a dream I’ve always hoped to see
I slept through most of them, mistaking
fantasies for memories of you and me

And there’s a song that I’ve been writing,
that goes around the same four chords,
The minor fall is just a fnger’s slide away,
but I keep pulling it towards a brighter sound for you

You make me love you in a way that I don’t want to love you