I wanted to write you the perfect song to make up for imperfect things I've said Give me a moment, it shouldn't take long
By Laura Todd5 years ago in Poets
The heat is fast turning up I should stay out of this fight I'll do this the harder way You can take the side of right
pink is for girls, they say, don't wear black so I'd rather be they than she they say I am what my diaper held so I'd rather be gone than me
We had a few drinks we had a few more had a few ideas of what was in store when I told her my hopes and my dreams she said you're hopeless
The dangerous game of husband and wife As children brethren wanting to be more than family one flesh Private laughter
It's not your fault You don't love me the same It's not your fault That your joy is my shame You really believed the lie
Everything I thought I was is torn to tatters (shreds) (fragments) You ripped apart my world I don't know how I still stand, now nothing matters (you changed what matters) (or why it matters) (don't know what matters) (as if it matters)
Long time no see what can I say that's not the stupidest understatement If you're missing me remember you have my heart buried in your basement
No one will say that he was greedy A dead man is always generous Don't speak ill of the dear departed Not so much said for the rest of us
I want to curl up in bed but that would be too good for me I could lie on the floor on the cold tile in the wet shower
So I can remember what a sweet, perfect, precious cherub you are when you're unconscious of the fact that I am making myself
I have to pee I fold down the covers move one foot to the floor It's cold I retreat Undercovers Sleep frees me
