I am a war of head versus heart.
it was one hundred degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree
whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air
and refused to fall, to fall.
and i knew i'd made a horrible call,
and now the state line felt like the berlin wall,
and there was no doubt about which side i was on,
mhmm.
you're so cute when you're slurrin' your speech,
but they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.
i'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way:
my head is weak, my heart always speaks,
before i know what it will say.
i can feel it tearing apart
in days that pass like years
and the cut of my misery's no less than art --
like a portrait of sorrow drawn onto a heart
and framed in bitter-sweet tears
Edit @ 12:15 am: I feel better, no worries.
whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air
and refused to fall, to fall.
and i knew i'd made a horrible call,
and now the state line felt like the berlin wall,
and there was no doubt about which side i was on,
mhmm.
you're so cute when you're slurrin' your speech,
but they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.
i'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way:
my head is weak, my heart always speaks,
before i know what it will say.
i can feel it tearing apart
in days that pass like years
and the cut of my misery's no less than art --
like a portrait of sorrow drawn onto a heart
and framed in bitter-sweet tears
Edit @ 12:15 am: I feel better, no worries.