thursday night
everythings fine
except youve got that look in your eyes
when im telling a story
and you find it boring
you're thinking of something to say
you got along with it then drop it
and humiliate me in front of our friends
then ill use that voice that you find annoying
and say something like
"yeah intelligent imput darling,
why dont you just have another beer then?"
then you call me a bitch
and everyone we are with would be embarrased
and i wont give a shit
my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations
and i know that i should let go, but i cant
and everytime we fight, oh no, its not right
everytime that youre upset and i smile
i know i should forget but i cant
you said i must eat so many lemons
cause im so bitter
i say id rather be with your friends mate
cause they are much fitter
yes it was childish
and you got agressive
and i must admit that i was a bit scared
and it gives me thrils to wind you up
your face is PASTY
cause youve gone and got so wasted
what a surprise
DONT WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR FACE,
CAUSE ITS MAKING ME SICK!
youve gone and got sick on my trainers, i only got these yesterday
oh my gosh! i cannot be bothered with this!
well ill leave you there until the morning
and i purposely wont turn the heat on
and dear god, i hope im not stuck with this one....
tobalstylo is not stuck with that one
miércoles, 10 de septiembre de 2008
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