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 I guess... I've got a 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 (Maybe it'll all be okay) I didn't even break down when I left my house I didn't even get anxious when I went out You know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth But, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down We can go lay down 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