[Chorus]
I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal
Until we're high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile
I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal
Until we're high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile

[Verse]
I guess
I've got letters that I've written
A few of them I'm tempted to incinerate
They tend to pile up around my desk
At the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
It's easy to get lost inside of memories
It's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
You told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
So I went to the market and I got you some
And I didn't even break down when I left my house
(maybe it'll all be ok)
I didn't even get anxious when I went out
(maybe it'll all be ok)
You know, the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth, my mouth
(maybe it'll all be ok)
But, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
(we'll go lay down)
We can go lay down
[Chorus]
I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal
Until we're high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile