quarta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2009

It was a slap in the face...

I want you to know
That I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but
The best for you both

An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'Cause the love that you gave, that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough
For you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died? 'Til you died?
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well
Things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well
I thought you should know

Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
But it was a slap in the face

Hou quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009

"É, pode ser que a maré não vire, pode ser do vento vir contra o cais e se já não sinto teus sinais, pode ser da vida acostumar...