(no subject)
I am embarrassed to think what I said to you. I let my weakness show. But that was yesterday. And now I know that I won’t have to talk to you for a few weeks, or so.
Today I’m a raindrop dancing in the storm. The grounded intensity of thunder in my bones, the lightning in my blood.
Lounging in a Mexican restaurant
Put my feet up on the booth next to you
You have forgotten what I said last night
And I’ve got a margarita for breakfast
Its dark in here, the lighting’s right
If I were a photographer, I’d shoot you
The bitterness doesn’t show through my eyes
So I’ve got to say something rude
I’ll be damned if I can get out of here
Without making one of us feel like an ass
Today I’m a raindrop dancing in the storm. The grounded intensity of thunder in my bones, the lightning in my blood.
Lounging in a Mexican restaurant
Put my feet up on the booth next to you
You have forgotten what I said last night
And I’ve got a margarita for breakfast
Its dark in here, the lighting’s right
If I were a photographer, I’d shoot you
The bitterness doesn’t show through my eyes
So I’ve got to say something rude
I’ll be damned if I can get out of here
Without making one of us feel like an ass