Holland

We take our coffee in November
See each other twice a year
I catch you staring at me
A pretty picture so unclear

You’re on some kick about a song you heard in Brooklyn, underground
Put your phone up to my ear
And tap your fingers to the sound

It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

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It’s not enough
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It’s not enough

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I used to write about your eyes inside a journal that I found
Had me crying in my car
I think you get off on the sound

I took your picture on a bench outside the church on Holland Drive
Where you kissed me on the steps and said you’re glad that I’m alive

I don’t know how we’ve made it this long without sayin' what we mean
Every moment by your side feels like a slow burn movie scene
Damn near sick of back and forth the living hell that’s in between
Think you’re living in my head and I’m afraid it’s just a dream

I’m sick of hole in the walls
And midnight calls
In bathroom stalls

And I’m sick of coffee breath
And seeing you in books I’ve read

I’m sick of rendezvous
And shitty booze
In oranje guice

I’m sick of getting drunk
Just to hear you say you give a fuck

It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

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It’s not enough
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It’s not enough
It’s not enough

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I’m not enough
I’m not enough
I’m not enough
I’m not enough

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I’m not enough
I’m not enough
I’m not enough
I’m not enough

(It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough)