Ryan Adams
can't take a lover

 when i’m talking in my sleep, do i tell you lots of things,
 promise you a ring that i could slip around your finger?
 where you sleep out of the room
 for a drink…

 if you were standing in a field with a flower in your hair
 supposed to be there, i’d probably end up in some barroom
 too afraid to meet you there
 cause i’m hung up

 yeah, and i could probably criticize you for how you live
 and i could probably run from you if you got time to give
 cause you took, i’m not your play 
 i find that you can’t take a lover from his only one

 when i’m talking in my sleep, do i tell you lots of things,
 tell you i’m a king of kissin’ up to play pretend
 well i wanted you before
 and i want you again

 yeah, and i could probably criticize you for how you live
 and i could probably run from you if you got time to give
 cause you took, i’m not your play
 i find that you can’t take a lover from his only one
 you can’t take a lover from his only one
 can’t take a lover from his only one