| Song | Looks Like You |
| Artist | LidoLido |
| Album | Battle Poetry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I mean the rain and the leaves and the sun always have to fall | |
| Kitchen table drinking coffee, like I sleep at all | |
| And I never even liked it, no matter how sweetened it might get | |
| Addicted to the bitterness and everything in me it ignited | |
| Rushed into it and got burned | |
| I guess we never learn | |
| Because I keep on loosing balance everytime the tables turned | |
| And just when everything is spotless, I go and make a hot mess | |
| Looking around like I don’t worry, I got this | |
| When I really know I don’t | |
| I spoiled it, I mean I spilt it | |
| Never crashed, it just tilted, and it splashed because I just filled it | |
| Too much up, and I know this, they tell me that I’m hopeless | |
| So I look down at the stain and then I notice that | |
| [Hook] | |
| It looks like you | |
| Just a stain that I can't wash away | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Nothing, it was nothing really | |
| I’m just going crazy from heating things back up when it gets too chilly | |
| I mean this ain’t happening, I’m just imagining | |
| Somebody explain to me how an accident can be so damn pretty | |
| Went to get a lot of paper, maybe that’ll help | |
| Maybe I should cover it up and keep it to myself | |
| I’ve had it with this habit, I’m an addict | |
| And I’ve been at it ever since I had it, but turned advantage to heavy baggage | |
| Trynna get it off, unable to | |
| Friends telling me what they would do | |
| My apologies to the table too | |
| I’m all out of soap, déjà vu | |
| So I scrub a little softer, scrub a little softer | |
| Scrub a little softer, because it | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Fell asleep with my notebook, like I did as a kid | |
| Wrote a song last night, or I think that I did | |
| I think that you called me, think you were sorry, think that you skid to the crib | |
| I think you were crying, said you been trying, think you admitted what you did | |
| I think that we made up, think I forgave you, and it was a beautiful thing | |
| I think that we made love, think that we stayed up, think that we did it again | |
| Think we talked for hours, hours and hours, think it was something I said | |
| I think that I hurt you, think you turned purple, think you sunk into the bed | |
| Think that I woke up, member we broke up, stumbled to the bathroomsink | |
| Things getting clearer, looked in the mirror, met with face full of ink | |
| Moral of the story is, I don’t have no clue | |
| But how am I supposed to move on when everything around me | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1 | |
| I mean the rain and the leaves and the sun always have to fall | |
| Kitchen table drinking coffee, like I sleep at all | |
| And I never even liked it, no matter how sweetened it might get | |
| Addicted to the bitterness and everything in me it ignited | |
| Rushed into it and got burned | |
| I guess we never learn | |
| Because I keep on loosing balance everytime the tables turned | |
| And just when everything is spotless, I go and make a hot mess | |
| Looking around like I don' t worry, I got this | |
| When I really know I don' t | |
| I spoiled it, I mean I spilt it | |
| Never crashed, it just tilted, and it splashed because I just filled it | |
| Too much up, and I know this, they tell me that I' m hopeless | |
| So I look down at the stain and then I notice that | |
| Hook | |
| It looks like you | |
| Just a stain that I can' t wash away | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Nothing, it was nothing really | |
| I' m just going crazy from heating things back up when it gets too chilly | |
| I mean this ain' t happening, I' m just imagining | |
| Somebody explain to me how an accident can be so damn pretty | |
| Went to get a lot of paper, maybe that' ll help | |
| Maybe I should cover it up and keep it to myself | |
| I' ve had it with this habit, I' m an addict | |
| And I' ve been at it ever since I had it, but turned advantage to heavy baggage | |
| Trynna get it off, unable to | |
| Friends telling me what they would do | |
| My apologies to the table too | |
| I' m all out of soap, de ja vu | |
| So I scrub a little softer, scrub a little softer | |
| Scrub a little softer, because it | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Fell asleep with my notebook, like I did as a kid | |
| Wrote a song last night, or I think that I did | |
| I think that you called me, think you were sorry, think that you skid to the crib | |
| I think you were crying, said you been trying, think you admitted what you did | |
| I think that we made up, think I forgave you, and it was a beautiful thing | |
| I think that we made love, think that we stayed up, think that we did it again | |
| Think we talked for hours, hours and hours, think it was something I said | |
| I think that I hurt you, think you turned purple, think you sunk into the bed | |
| Think that I woke up, member we broke up, stumbled to the bathroomsink | |
| Things getting clearer, looked in the mirror, met with face full of ink | |
| Moral of the story is, I don' t have no clue | |
| But how am I supposed to move on when everything around me | |
| Hook |
| Verse 1 | |
| I mean the rain and the leaves and the sun always have to fall | |
| Kitchen table drinking coffee, like I sleep at all | |
| And I never even liked it, no matter how sweetened it might get | |
| Addicted to the bitterness and everything in me it ignited | |
| Rushed into it and got burned | |
| I guess we never learn | |
| Because I keep on loosing balance everytime the tables turned | |
| And just when everything is spotless, I go and make a hot mess | |
| Looking around like I don' t worry, I got this | |
| When I really know I don' t | |
| I spoiled it, I mean I spilt it | |
| Never crashed, it just tilted, and it splashed because I just filled it | |
| Too much up, and I know this, they tell me that I' m hopeless | |
| So I look down at the stain and then I notice that | |
| Hook | |
| It looks like you | |
| Just a stain that I can' t wash away | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Nothing, it was nothing really | |
| I' m just going crazy from heating things back up when it gets too chilly | |
| I mean this ain' t happening, I' m just imagining | |
| Somebody explain to me how an accident can be so damn pretty | |
| Went to get a lot of paper, maybe that' ll help | |
| Maybe I should cover it up and keep it to myself | |
| I' ve had it with this habit, I' m an addict | |
| And I' ve been at it ever since I had it, but turned advantage to heavy baggage | |
| Trynna get it off, unable to | |
| Friends telling me what they would do | |
| My apologies to the table too | |
| I' m all out of soap, dé jà vu | |
| So I scrub a little softer, scrub a little softer | |
| Scrub a little softer, because it | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Fell asleep with my notebook, like I did as a kid | |
| Wrote a song last night, or I think that I did | |
| I think that you called me, think you were sorry, think that you skid to the crib | |
| I think you were crying, said you been trying, think you admitted what you did | |
| I think that we made up, think I forgave you, and it was a beautiful thing | |
| I think that we made love, think that we stayed up, think that we did it again | |
| Think we talked for hours, hours and hours, think it was something I said | |
| I think that I hurt you, think you turned purple, think you sunk into the bed | |
| Think that I woke up, member we broke up, stumbled to the bathroomsink | |
| Things getting clearer, looked in the mirror, met with face full of ink | |
| Moral of the story is, I don' t have no clue | |
| But how am I supposed to move on when everything around me | |
| Hook |