You have your own life I know, but show up you should I'm disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb Eight weeks since and it's still the same “Something just came up, I'm so sorry'
And maybe I've got needs that you can't cure But I'm waiting by the phone until I'm sure
Love like statistics, I've got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts Kill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts response In the moments you laugh it's still not enough You miss me, you can't mean that
And maybe you've got needs that I can't cure We sleep in separate houses
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart So loss ain't bad I'm trading processing for sleep So it don't seem sad that I'm losing you
Blotch the face, blood vessels Broken heart and canvas skin Write it all out you won't ever quite describe it Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader All the bitter nights in my room alone They won't know all my secret problems Or the love that overcame us both An untold twenty-two year story So it's one tale and then another, I was saying earlier
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart So loss ain't bad I'm trading processing for sleep So it don't seem sad that I'm losing you
When are you coming home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
