So Long - Ingrid Michaelson

You’ve made me into someone

Who should not hold a loaded gun

And now you sit upon my chest

Knock out my wind, knock out my best

And so long to no disasters

And mornings too

And so long to ever afters

So long to you

I am soft for only you

Impale me with your tongue it’s true

And slices of me piled sky high

The same old me to the naked eye

But I can’t find myself tonight

And so long to no disasters

And mornings too

And so long to ever afters

So long to you

And so long to no disasters

And mornings too

And so long to ever afters

So long to you