Not That Kind - Jack Beauregard

It’s coming in when it gets dark

It’s not the shame, it’s not a broken heart

It’s not a dripping tap in me

Why does it bother, why does it bother me?

The night was never meant to shine

But I keep hanging on to the times we set fire-

You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine

You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?

It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind

I hardly notice through the day

On silent streets I hear it anyway

I’d make it stop oh if I could

Its just a feeling, its not the love you took

The daytime wasn’t made to hide

And I keep hanging on to the times we set fire — to the night

You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine

You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?

It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind

You won’t believe me, I keep this little life of mine

You couldn’t see me, how do you know what’s left behind?

It’s not that bad, it’s not that kind