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you aren't that imporatant to me. i just wish i could hate you. sadly i can't. i fail life.
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing
It will be a natural anthem, familiar it may seem
It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay
And its chorus will resound and boost morale throughout the day
I'll write you a song and i hope that you won't mind
Because all the names and places i have take from real life
So please don't get upset at this portrait that i paint
It may be a little biased, but at least i spelt your name right...
fuck you.
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seing why i was the one worth leaving
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
so good. i have a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. like THIS is how things are supposed to be. i think i like it. or maybe i don't. :| Too soon to tell.
daniela. i love you. fun times with mr. jones. not so fun times that you were "asleep" in class. (you deff. weren't.) i hate him for you. sorry about his retardation. xo.
<3
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing
It will be a natural anthem, familiar it may seem
It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay
And its chorus will resound and boost morale throughout the day
I'll write you a song and i hope that you won't mind
Because all the names and places i have take from real life
So please don't get upset at this portrait that i paint
It may be a little biased, but at least i spelt your name right...
fuck you.
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seing why i was the one worth leaving
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
so good. i have a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. like THIS is how things are supposed to be. i think i like it. or maybe i don't. :| Too soon to tell.
daniela. i love you. fun times with mr. jones. not so fun times that you were "asleep" in class. (you deff. weren't.) i hate him for you. sorry about his retardation. xo.
<3