Labor Of - Blue November

Mirror mirror on the wall

Steam will always keep you fogged right?

It’s the heat of the summer night

Never letting up, just the way you like

Well I’m on the way

Between the places that I’ve never been

And the ones I’ll never go again

Haven’t said a word for many miles

Filled my pockets 'fore I left

Like corsages on prom day

We were never much for the photo op

But the last dance won’t be too late

It’s lik the lights dance with us too until the song nds

So when the words don’t fit quite right

We’ll write our own in

And will the labor of love save us

Or will the current of hearts take us?

Is the look in my eyes dangerous

Or do the years dress up and play magician

Revealing lions in cages?

And will the labor of love save us

Or will the current of hearts take us?

Is the look in my eyes dangerous

Or do the years dress up and play magician

Revealing lions in cages?

You don’t belong to me

Let go of obligation

Studied the observations

Emotional and impatient

Like lions inside of cages

Mayans predicted Satan

I’m tryna predict a future

I’m rumored to be a looper

My confidence never neutered

My eyes are never here

My eyes were never here

Feel my palms sweat, your touch ID’ing me

We backed to a wall, as we reveal what’s for real

Like broken leaves in the fall

A point dex and I’m vexed, like Michael C. Hall

When I’m around you, frozen limbs, yeah I’m hoping they thaw

The labor of love that often had us naked and stuck

Baked in a rut, climbing out this hole is a must

I ain’t tryna fuck, I’m following the labor of trust

But it’s hard to see we cut up by the saber of lust so

Heart made of metal had to give it some muscle

Geneva for the freedom when I’m cut from the hustle

From dusk to dawn

I’m raunchy as fuck, nauseous

Aunty was so onto me, now it’s bad can you honor me?

Curling iron, admiring, chopping raw with a blade

Saw myself in reflections but never mentioned my name naw

Disgusted by the fact, your intentions weren’t intact

When I’m honest, you attack

To be honest, a n**** tired

To be honest, my promise, need a woman

That gon' ride, not for fame, not for lies

Your love cropped circles where’s the origin at?

From above I see nothing but empty mazes that lack

A little warmth, from 4th to the 17th

From age 4 I was innocent until 17

I got 4 in rotation until the 17th

At 24 a n**** polished in every way you can fathom

Wishes I never had them, worked for everything I got

Turned new leafs in a blind spot

Labor of love had me

Stuck

And will the labor of love save us

Or will the current of hearts take us?

Is the look in my eyes dangerous

Or do the years dress up and play magician

Revealing lions in cages?

And will the labor of love save us

Or will the current of hearts take us?

Is the look in my eyes dangerous

Or do the years dress up and play magician

Revealing lions in cages?