Burlap String By Courtney Marie Andrews
In a small West Coast town,
there’s a family and a house,
where the memories of us belong
We used to live there,
free of worry, free of care,
free of pain and what we’d become
If I could go back now,
I’d pick you wildflowers,
Tie them in burlap string,
Tell you what you mean to me
Some days are good, some are bad
Some days I want what we had
Some days I talk myself into a lie
I’ve grown cautious, I’ve grown up
I’m a skeptic of love
Don’t wanna lose what I might find
If I could go back now,
I’d pick you wildflowers,
Tie them in burlap string,
Tell you what you mean to me
Time eases, but can’t erase,
the sad look on true love’s face
When you know what your heart needs
and you tell them you must be free
But deep down you know the truth,
there’s no replacing someone like you
If I could go back now,
I’d pick you wildflowers,
Tie them in burlap string,
Tell you what you mean to me
