Helm by Ryan Pevoto Lyrics

You barely ever move
I could grow a garden on you
I’d sit and wait for the time to come for you to bloom

You barely ever speak
But I could talk to you for a week
I’d sit and write down all the bad things you’ve said to me

But there ain’t no need to fret
Your name is written in blood across my chest
And out of my one, you’re the best
There ain’t no need to strut, love
It’ll all be over soon enough

I’m cracking up
I’m in the helm
(I’m breaking up)

(You don’t know me man, uh, who you talkin to anyway?!)