C'mon C'mon

These are good lines

I've got all the time in the world

To make you realize

C'mon, c'mon, pretty sweet

When the sun hits the front porch

Yellow stars light on your lids

Are you looking for honesty?

Well, c'mon, c'mon

But don't ask me

Are you looking for honesty?

Or are you hoping for sympathy?

Well, it's a strange thing- the consequence, the punishment,

The little white lies, the look in your eyes

The simplest things are so hard to get

And I think you'll regret this

These are hard times

Bleeding between the lines

If you're looking for anything

Well, c'mon, c'mon pretty sweet