Humble Me from Door 17 by Door 17

He smelled like dirty cigarettes and rain
His eyes were blurred and untold
He often frowned at the ground in shame
And no one would ever know

I was too shy to ever catch his name
But I would talk to him slow
I liked to think that he'd be mine someday
And I wouldn't dare tell a soul

His fingertips were calloused
Cause he played guitar
But he didn't like to talk about it

Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me

He's unsure of where he wants to go in this life
A dreamer is not where he stands
And quietly I'm smiling
So sure I could be
The heroine who understands

He keeps his voice low so no one gets in his heart
I think if he spoke louder he would fall apart

Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me

• 90's
• Alternative
• alternative rock
• altrock
• grunge
• indie rock
• North Vancouver