Dec 22, 2004 12:56
The clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
Made him ownder who he thought that he knew
Last call
He was sick of it all
The endless stream of reminders
Made him so sick of you sick of you sick of you
Sick for your sound
Sick of you coming around
Trying to crawl under my skin
When I already shed my best defense
It comes out all around that you won
And I think I’m all done
You can switch me off safely
While I’m lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me