Called to see If your back Was still aligned And your sheets Were growing grass All on the corners of your bed. But you've got too much to wear On your sleeves. It has too much to do with me. And secretly, I want to bury in the yard The grey remains of a friendship scarred. You told us of your new life, where You've got someone coming round, Gluing tinsel to your crown, He's got you talking pretty loud. Berate, remember Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes You say you're still in love, If it's true, what can be done? It's hard to leave all these moments behind. Called to see If your back Was still aligned And your sheets Are growing grass All on the corners of your bed. But you've got too much to wear On your sleeves. It's too much to do with me. And secretly, I want to bury in the yard The grey remains of a friendship scarred. You tested your mettle With doe skin and petals, While kissing the lipless To bleed all the sweetness away.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
כל הזכויות שמורות 2022 ©