Accidental Love - 구준회

Well I held you like a lover Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your face Our bodies moved and hardened Hurting parts of your garden With no room for a pardon In a place where no one knows what we have done Do you come Together ever with him? And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? And do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? Is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? Does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? Well you held me like a lover Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place And we use cushions to cover Happy glands in the mild issue of our disgrace Our minds pressed and guarded While our flesh disregarded The lack of space for the light-hearted In the boom that beats our drum Well I know I make you cry And I know sometimes you wanna die But do you really feel alive without me? If so, be free If not, leave him for me Before one of us has accidental babies For we are in love Do you come Together ever with him? Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? Do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? What about me?

And if I could make it home by Tuesday That's if I could make it home at all I'm heading out in the sunshine, babe Feeling to your knees Nobody else but my own sweet self Do you know Where we go Do you know When we go High in a rooftop, singing a song S of angels all sing along It's late and I'm scared, so please don't be long I'm still not sure where I came from Feeling low Gone are the doubts of clouds I had before Gone are the blinkers 'round my eyes I'm heading out in the sunshine, babe Feeling to your knees Nobody else but my own sweet self Do you know Where we go Do you know (Old friends say, oh he's lost his way) When we go (But they can't see what I can see) Do you know (Oh I'll never come back) Where we go (I'm heading out in the sunshine, baby) Do you know Where we go High in a rooftop, singing a song S of angels all sing along It's late and I'm scared, so please don't be long I'm still not sure where I came from Feeling low

To the man that waited on me At the Starbucks down on Main I hope you understand When I put on that t-shirt The only thing I meant to say Is I'm a Skynyrd fan The red flag on my chest somehow is Like the elephant in the corner of the south And I just walked him right in the room Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of worms Lookin' like I got a lot to learn But from my point of view I'm just a white man comin' to you from the southland Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done And it ain't like you and me can re-write history Our generation didn't start this nation We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday And caught between southern pride and southern blame They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears We're still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a good place to begin But it ain't like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin Cause I'm a white man livin' in the southland Just like you I'm more than what you see I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done And it ain't like you and me can re-write history Our generation didn't start this nation And we're still paying for the mistakes That a bunch of folks made long before we came And caught somewhere between southern pride and southern blame Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood What the world is really like when you're livin' in the hood Just because my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would Now my chains are gold but I'm still misunderstood I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into firewood I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the book I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here I'm just a white man (If you don't judge my do-rag) Comin' to you from the southland (I won't judge your red flag) Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be I'm proud of where I'm from (If you don't judge my gold chains) But not everything we've done (I'll forget the iron chains) It ain't like you and me can re-write history (Can't re-write history baby) Oh, Dixieland (The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin') I hope you understand what this is all about (Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about this lately) I'm a son of the new south (The past is the past, you feel me) And I just want to make things right (Let bygones be bygones) Where all that's left is southern pride (RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean) It's real, it's real It's truth