with tragedy avoided and everything in its proper place, I hope people are pointing, that sucker finally fell from grace. and when he did he stained his blue jeans, and burned his hand with a cigarette. but truth is, he felt nothing. except for the cold and regret. just regret.
cause I really had a bad night, and I think that you should disapprove. in fact, please just disown me. I dont deserve the likes of you. and right now I cant stand them, and wish that you would leave the room. but even then Id miss you, and Im crying, I curse the things we do.
I cant picture a sadder scene in my head, than going home alone to my empty bed.
I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there.
okay, so these are my bad habits, and they might as well be caught on tape. and if you are ashamed of me, I wish youd say it to my face. and its okay to worry, cause I think youre crazy if you dont. and if you cant admit that, then say youre scared, at least Im not alone. at least Im not alone.
the next day I tried to call you, to apologize for the night before. and then, at once, I realized I have nothing to be sorry for. oh, youre so sweet and faithful, and youre sticking to your guns, now thats a first. but I wanna know why your chamber was empty when the roles were reversed.
the last thing I remember, we were dancing to James Brown. I have this way of turning smiles into frowns.
oh, and, I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there. I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there.
not since my mother told me theres no such thing as Santa Claus has a let down been so blissful, and its pain, so pure and raw. except now, of course, theres you to add, to the very top of that sorry list. except even as you are real, I know in fact, you dont exist. and that tonight youre out there somewhere. and that you couldnt even pretend to care. could not pretend to care.
and if you tell one more lie to me, I swear to God youll turn to stone. and if you tell one more lie to me, prepare to get your cover blown. and if still play with matches, you’re probably there to catch ablaze. and I might just pass you on the street with an empty urge to fan the flames.
some singers leave his priority at the drop of a dime. mm, oh well, fuck it, better luck next time.
doesnt heal, no time. It does not heal.
when I sat down to write this, you were not even on my mind. but as it started racing, you wrote yourself in every line. and I kissed you with my eyes closed, and when i woke there was not a trace, of your nightmare that were untied, Ill lend you mine to take their place. and I wish my tear could take blood, and haunt you as you sleep in bed. and swallow your entire room, until the stuff fills up your breath.
youre a liar and a drunk, and so am I, I know its true. but the part that really scares me, is its clear that Im not over you. not over you, not over you. its so clear Im not over you. not over you, not over you, why am I not over you?
I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there. I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there. I know you dont care, no, I know you dont care. but I wish you would care, I just wish you were there.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
