"see, i aint getting better; i am only getting behind. standing on the crossroad, trying to make up my mind. trying to remember how it got so late, why every night pain comes from a different place, now something's gotta change." molina
it's been real interesting finding out what i meant to them
it's been real interesting watching so much go up in flames and smoke
i'm a lady so i don't get mad i just shake my pretty head and
don't leave the house for some days
i'm a lady so i don't get mad i just give it all away and hold myself all night as i cradle my torn scraps tightly
if you were here you wouldn't say it but you would think i'm still a fool
looking for love that'll treat me like shit
you wouldn't say it but you would think
i'm the same old hypocrit,
your girl, allison.
i used to wonder how you could love me
i still wonder how you can love me
knowing what you do about me and what i've done.
but you always took it really easy on every one.
except yourself.
any way, i hope you're well, you old hound.
i hope you're making plans and making sounds.
i hope you're keeping cool and clean.
it's so goddamn hot here.
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