Close Up
by Gavin DeGraw, from the indie album "Gavin Live"
VERSE 1:
This might sound a bit crazy.
But I can't help but say
it.
I'll tell you what I saw and you tell me what you think.
This a.m.
after breakfast,
I was crusin' past the sidewalk exit,
Up, the store where
you work every mornin'.
And this blonde-haired boy with this trumpet
toy,
And his new shoes on,
And your hair was long,
You were flippin' it
left and right as you worked.
He was sayin' things you were listening,
You
were talkin' back,
You thought I didn't see that,
But, baby everybody's
always said I had eyes behind my head.
CHORUS:
I held you in close
up.
I held you in close up.
I didn't wanna get too excited, wasn't invited
to the party
So I didn't come in.
VERSE 2:
Ah girl I held you in
close up, and you lied.
I know I'm abrasive, but I'm not control
creation.
I just demand what I need and I trash what's left.
We're tired
that's alright.
We learn to believe in cold nights,
And many we seen in
this outfit.
Cloudy skies with you, rainy eyes with you,
And this other
jake, he's such a flake,
And he slimed me with every intention.
What a
tragedy, what a sight to see,
Now I'm throwin' dirt, because that really
hurt,
And no, nnnnnn, nothin's gonna make me believe we could be what we
were.
CHORUS
Ohhh, I held you in close up
And you lied to my
face.
Ah baby, you been a bad, bad, girl.
I held you in close up
(X7)
And thhissss issss whaaaa, ohhh, ohhhhh, it's what I get.
Oh, you've
been so bad.
(Transcribed by Paige at the Gavin DeGraw message board)