Kora by Frank Cope Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could never replace the warmest embrace
Or the words from your tongue
And I watched as he took my place, so I got shit-faced
And wrote you this song
I'm drunk off 805 and rosé, hanging with my boys, ay
But I still feel numb
And you're off with battle scars from Cupid, and I just feel stupid
Did I mention I'm drunk?

[Chorus]
And I've been feeling like a loser, guess beggars can't be choosers
I could be the man to win your hand
So Kora, come home

[Verse 2]
You saw my faults and my strengths, we laughed and we drank
The world seemed so small
But now my days are looking gloomy, you ghosted me, how spooky
Who you gonna call?
And I know I write songs and make records, but I still can't text her
Or give her a call
Like "Hey, how you feeling? How am I? I'm big chilling."
"How's your man? He still kicking? Wicked."
[Chorus]
And I've been feeling like a loser, guess beggars can't be choosers
I could be the man to win your hand
So Kora, come home

[Bridge]
'Cause one day I'll wake up
Clear the space you take up in my mind
And I'll soon find a love
You'll realize you screwed up this time
So I lose the war, watched you walk out my door
And you fell in his arms, and I fell on the floor
But you're happy, and that's all I ever asked for

[Chorus]
And I've been feeling like a loser, guess beggars can't be choosers
I could be the man to win your hand
So Kora, come home