Could you be yourself?


There’s nothing left you, there’s nothing left for me.
Standing in a basement room.
So much more for thee and oh so much to do. 
The friction fakes my attitude.
I catch you notions, I’ve got some questions.
Could you be yourself tonight?
Send praises to the oceanside.
Nothing more would raise my mind and I will make it through. 
Marisha sings a song like no ones ever heard.
So pretty in the afternoon. 
A promise that was made won’t bring it back again.
Walking through December rain.
Do you feel my pressure?  I’m at your leisure.
Teach me how to close your door and build me up with suffering eye.
Nothing more would raise my mind and I will make it through.