Want to see what a smile looks on my face? Like wine stains on a coffee cup, a broken window pane Old honey solid in the jar It looks like both sides of lonely
Used to be good at pretending I was good Half bad habits, half low hanging fruit Still I set the table with two pawn shop spoons For both sides of lonely
I said I was fine, what's left to mourn But no one else knows why I get so hungry in a storm
Bless my feet for carrying me past the past Past the sunsets, past the broken glass Past the people expecting me to laugh Looks like both sides of lonely
I said I was fine, what's left to mourn But no one else knows why I get so hungry in a storm
What am I doing keeping these photographs around The ones you said we're happy If you only look at our mouths Still I can't bear just to throw them out They're my proof of both sides Solid proof of both sides of lonelyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
