used to wear my heart on my sleeve
til it fell off onto my shoes
creates a bloody mess
but now I'm walking away with feeling...
broke up for musical differences
I wrote poetry
you wrote songs
could have collaborated on a sonnett
but it takes too goddamn long
Sorry I changed your lyrics
Sorry I changed your mind
Sorry that saying Sorry
doesn't mean anything this time
So I feel we should just
agree to disagree
say what you gotta say
and I'll file it away
pull it out, on down the road
on some crimson rainy day
and use it to wipe the smile off your face....
No comments:
Post a Comment