We met on a Wednesday In the summer, it was blazing You looked at my black jeans, said are you crazy? I guess I might have laughed And after that you stuck to me like glue But you had a girl at home and too many tattoos I was in a rough patch, real depressed You took my hand and said the sun it rises in the east but I came from the west My heart it skipped and that was that I should have known don’t trust a poet Cause they can’t do the math
I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high I don’t really know why But you felt right to me I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy I don’t really know why But you felt right to me We met on a Friday In the winter, it was freezing Felt a bit like history repeating We’d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like friends and roam the city Knowing what that meant So we were back & I was pouring poison Texting you reports from everywhere I went And you’d write back I miss you even more And it was torture for me I should have known don’t trust a poet Cause they prefer to bleed
I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high I don’t really know why But you felt right to me I hadn’t had a good thing in a long time Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy I don’t really know why But you felt right to me
Wrote this on a Sunday after months out on the road Wonder if you have regrets and which direction those thoughts go Like was it worth it in the end? Sometimes it feels like you just used me for my mind & innocence And now I heard you had a kid, finished a book & got a wife Things been good to you since that last goodbye But I just have to say my piece You should have known don’t trust a poet Cause we know how to speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
