I remember more the dander-matted floors in the dreggy kitchenette And all of the pills and the Visa bills that you hoarded in the butler’s desk
What could I have done for you as a friend I seldom served? Never was the one that you imagined deserved
Secrets unveiled in each new batch of mail we caught away biweekly Onus abounds liability compounds anyways, posthumously
What could I have done for you as a friend I seldom served? Never was the sun that you imagined deserved
Never saw never purged in the basement submerged Never smell the impending flood, just fresh towels clean sheets Even found time to trim the weed, being sure not to track in the mud
Thank you for consoling me as we scrubbed the mold and trashed receipts and drained the sink of silt But I don’t want to feel right to sleep soundly through the night Don’t deprive me of my guilt, of my guilt Yes we could have warned her learned to guide without any fight Don’t be fooled by the corner, find fault where fault liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
