lunes, 8 de noviembre de 2010

The girl in the dress wrote you a song.

Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you, counting my footsteps, praying the floor wont fall through again. And my mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore I was fine.
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain. And I lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday, wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone tonight. Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why.
I see it all now that you're gone. Don't you think I was too young to be messed with, the girl in the dress cried the whole way home. I should have known.
Well, maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame. Maybe it's you and you're sick need to give love and take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand, and I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can.
I see it all now, it was wrong, don't you think 15's too young to be played by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so. I should have known.
You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests. All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes, 'cause you burned them out.
But I took your matches before fire could catch me  so don't look now, I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.
You should have known



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