Devon Sproule - What I'm Used To lyrics

If we sang in a choir together I would probably fall in love With the sound that our voices made Together, floating above I would watch as your mouth opened And your lips moved In that funny way they do I could be close to you I feel so silly when you won't talk to me And all I got is this great big crush I get so stupid around you And it ain't what I'm used to Maybe I been thinking about you A little too much I fear this here fall coming on I feel the shirt on my shoulders Stay for days I don't want to feel this blanket Settle on my skin alone I don't want to call this place home. (Here would be my hymn) If you were to think of me A beautiful thing to be reckoned with constantly Strapped to the pew Trapped at low volume So close to you