Andrew Huang - You Were My Darkness lyrics

Get, get, get bound in love! Down the stuff, making no sound enough I have to move messages around the drums I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above We got a problem, and it's not the hunger Work the same hours that we stop to slumber We're done for days off the thunder Like we're younger, all want the numbers One, one god for me We've got too much true love, not belief It takes three words, and a lot to see It's not for us to decide. It's the love in the sky. We go- (It's not for us in the least now) You were my darkness You were my darkness So it's all good when you put it all on me Don't worry; just put it all on me It's not a problem if you put it all on me I'm waiting here for you to put it all on me Slept in loss just fine when I stepped across the line And divine blessings botched didn't press my mind There's less insight when you live life at midnight Saying all day they fall prey, you kid, right? No way, but it's okay, I witnessed a life Given to strife but post-haste was listening right The cold taste on my lips still lingers But old waste turned - learn, bring everything first to god Get bound in love! Down the stuff, making no sound enough I have to move messages around the drums I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above We got a problem, and it's not the cold Buy new ice just to chop the gold Diamond plated diamonds, I rock the mold And keep my eyes closed when i'm on hot patrol You were my darkness You were my darkness So it's all good when you put it all on me I don't mind, girl, put it all on me Don't even think about it, put it all on me Come on baby, just put it all on me It's all good when you put it all on me It's what I'm here for. Put it all on me I got a dollar if you put it all on me I really mean it now: put it all on me Get bound in love! Down the stuff, making no sound enough I have to move messages around the drums I wanna feel both my feet on the ground above We got a problem, and it's not the hush hush But what brush flutters on the flush to crush us The fuss rusts, and the posters bum-rush the chauffeurs Can i get a holler and a bit lush?