sábado, 3 de diciembre de 2011

COme round soon



I could use another cigarette
But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet
Want too many drinks tonight and I miss you
Like you were mine

All your stormy words have barely broken
And you sound like thunder though You've barely spoken
It looks like rain tonight and thank God
'Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.


He's taken and leaving
But I keep believing
That he's gonna come round soon

He'll come round soon I know
You may be my final match
'Cause I chase everything when you play
Throw and I play catch

It never took much to keep me satisfied
But all the bullshit you feed me you miss me
You need me
This hungry heart will not subside

Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I'm just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I'm watching
You aren't tearing me apart

The angels said I'd smile today
Well who needs angels anyway?

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