The Guest - Original - Acoustic Version - Dylan Riley

What a poor mistake!
I left the oven on again,
And this time it's too late
I know the error of my ways
Instead of exiting the stage,
I've been taking it away

Well, no need to shove me out
I won't be hanging around
Because my carpet gives more comfort than your couch
No need to show me the door,
I've seen it once before,
And now I promise
I won't come anymore

I dreamed I met you at the Coney Island pier
You fell and disappeared,
And it's my fault I fear
I feel like splinters in your feet
Like blisters in the heat,
You want to rid yourself of me

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