not quite over with I don't think that you aren't anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've out done it But I know that, I know that you'll
We could be anything you want The way you're busting out of that wife-beater And I know it's a bit uncomfortable here In this two door seater but you
based On what trails across the CD case And it will all soon come to an end But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it Said it before but
you started with It was nothing at all Back in Queens, where the stifling heat Overpowers the air-conditioning You can keep on crawling away But you
along the sidewalk They usually stay out of our way the bridge and tunnel Just seems to escape near our home, near our home You go out there is no one else
February, Valentines Day Did my best to avoid the red cliches So you dumped me on the subway On my way to work at nine in the morning Everybody else
for an end And at the end of your low, you pin my shoulders against the mattress Arching your frame with your stomach pushed outward Your head titling
Tell me again that part How you didn't feel a thing that part? How you never actually really ever did And lift yourself from my grip but don't fall
Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but awake Desperately you're searching for remains to feed that part of you Crawling and scratching,
as a crush became an obsession It was the classic path You've taken the weekend home, you're believing That things are somehow getting done But you're
The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate in months against me The sheets are stained with evidence That our remains are now, drifting away I share with complete
passionless lips From your side of things it's not quite over with I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've
Перевод: Почетного звания. Anything But что иное, как истина.
phones clenched along Along the sidewalk They usually stay out of our way The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home Near our home [Repeat] There is no one else
