French Toast - Hobbie Stuart

Like a dream with only half of you there

That's how it feels

Like I'm breathing with inadequate air

That's how it feels

Loving you can feel like

French toast in the morning

Like ah how could it be better

Tell me how to make you love me

And I'll do it

I'll suffer and ache at the end of it

'Cause I can't see a road that doesn't lead to you

My only mistake is I need you more

Than you need me

'Cause loving you could feel like

French toast in the morning

Like ah how could it be better

Tell me how to make you love me yeah

And I'll do it

Motion sickness I won't pull over

We can ride this out 'til we're sober

I might light the candle from both ends

Watch your love burn out 'til we're broken yeah

Still I shower you in my affection

Despite fractured reflections when I look in your eyes

That's how loving you can feel

But then other times it's like

French toast in the morning

Like ah how could it be better

Tell me how to make you love me yeah

And I'll do it

How could it be better

Tell me how to make you love me yeah