Keep It
I won't let the old breath of coffee leave me not kissing you
I won't let the old, Death of coffee breath kissing you
I'll keep it like a secret until
I'll keep it like a secret until
I'll keep it like a secret until
I get buried with it
Clintched fingers & locked toes
I'll play the hand I've been dealt with
I'll keep it like a secret
Ever since February 10th
You've gone away, & became your own person, that I can't tickle back into dismay
I get scared somtimes that you'll forget about about me working nights to feed us and our some family, somtimes I Don't see you for a couple of days, it makes me so sad, I could cry
It makes me so say I think that I could cry
I won't let the old breath of coffee leave me not kissing you
I won't let the old, Death of coffee breath kissing you
I'll keep it like a secret until
I'll keep it like a secret until
I'll keep it like a secret until
I get buried with it
Clintched fingers & locked toes
I'll play the hand I've been dealt with
I'll keep it like a secret
Writer/s: Chad White
