May 10, 2005 16:45
Suction-cup these dreams
They fall away too easily
Just like you
You fall away too easily
A minute passing and you’re finding
New ways to sneak around the corner
A crooked path to fight the border
That girl with the polka-dot dress
She isn’t anything worth dying over
She never was the girl
Not the one you thought she was
The kitchen smells like her
And the crushed daisies in the garbage can
Their scent is intoxicating to any man
And I’ll understand it
If you couldn’t resist temptation of the devil’s persuasion
Just as long as you come home to me
The clock says 4:11 and you’re still gone
I don’t think you’re coming home
My heart has been cold awhile now
Body burns in single sheets
Mascara stains confess the weak
Oh, you’re killing me
You’re ripping me apart with every second you’re with her
A glass of wine every time
These pills make it all come down
These drugs make it all too sound
A silence to these dead heartbeats
Because when you come home, you know you’ll make them scream
You know I’ll be everything you need
I’m just not enough to be your lovely
Your one and only
Sir, I’ll just take your suggestion and stop asking questions