domingo, março 24, 2013



Well, the morning was complete,
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that
It's these times that it tends,
To start to breaking off, to start to fall apart
Hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, and break my nose!
Do me a favour, and tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, and stop asking questions!

She walked away, while her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we'd cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Til she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.

Do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!
She said "Do me a favour and stop flattering yourself"!
And to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind,
Perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind.

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