I'm Not the Devil - Ron Pope

Amy’s backyard and Yuengling case

You sitting in my lap, face pressed to my face

Meter running like in a Meg Ryan scene

Lift you clean off the ground like in my daylight dreams

Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands

I didn’t know we were counting, what’s the measure of a man?

I might’ve led you to water but never made you drink

I’m not the devil no matter what you think

Last call urgency when we kiss

Hands on every part of me that you’re gonna miss

Tore the lace on the top of my brand new dress

All of this feels like something I’ll have to confess

Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands

I didn’t know we were counting, what’s the measure of a man?

I might’ve led you to water but never made you drink

I’m not the devil no matter what you think

Sunrise hits different when you haven’t been to sleep

The corners of your mouth twist into a smile that I will keep

Like a cool glass of water when I’m broke and hungover

I’ll drive you back to West Virginia, rest your weary head against my shoulder

Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands

I didn’t know we were counting, what’s the measure of a man?

I might’ve led you to water but never made you drink

I’m not the devil no matter what you think

I’m not the devil no matter what you think