Piano Song - Bosco

Sorry for all the times, important dates, I spent away

Moments can’t replace

Now you say I love you, but how you can you see like I do?

Yet, we hide the truths

And know that, pour up liquor

Take a picture, pull out the Kodak

Flick

And I’m caught up, memory fading

Thinking 'bout ya, I’m in the middle

Shit

You know that I want this

You know, you know that I want ya (I want ya)

You know that I got this

You know, know that I want ya

Now when I look around, got all my friends

Filling these holes

Hope my stories told (But will you remember me? Yeah)

The longer that I wait, my selfish ways takes over me

Lessons never learned

And know that, pour up liquor

Take a picture, pull out the Kodak

Flick

And I’m caught up, memory fading

Thinking 'bout ya, I’m in the middle

Shit

You know that I want this

You know, you know that I want ya (I want ya)

Cool

Memory fading thinking 'bout ya, shit

And you know that, yeah-yeah-yeah

You got my memory fading

You got me constantly waiting on you

My memory fading

You got me constantly waiting on you

And so I pour up the liquor

Flick

I pour up the drink and then sip

Constantly waiting

You got me constantly waiting on you

Life is about one thing, numbers, nothing else

What did Tina Turner say?

«What's love got to do—» not a fuckin' thing, man

That’s why I tell people that life begins with a number and ends with a number

Love ain’t got nothing to do with shit

It’s all about numbers, nothing else