Gemma Hayes

This Is What You Do

Gemma Hayes


My tired eyes 
are like 
lonely stars 
trying to find a little 
order in the chaos 

So I take a bus ride 
in the afternoon 
you all look so happy, and me, 
I'm barely hanging on 

This is what you do to me 

Drag myself out on 
to the floor 
trying to find a little chaos in the order 
So I take a bus ride 
past your house every day 
you never fully leave me 
but you, you never fully stay 

This is what you do to me 

My tired eyes 
are like 
lonely stars 
trying to find a little 
order in the chaos 

This is what you do 
This is what you do to me 
This is what you do 

Come on 
smile 
smile 
Come on 
smile 
smile 
smile 
smile 
smile 
smile 
smile