Your Song |
| Called her in the afternoon Clinged right to her like a spoon Tried so hard to figure out What that girl is all about Met her once, met her twice A comfy sweater, the wrong size Talked a lot, but in the end The outcome was at hand She's too cautious, too far off to notice the dark clouds above She has no real connection to the truth of affection She's pretending, she is blending, she's so fucking understanding She's so pretty, she's so pissed — she's a lot, but mostly missed She's an expert of pretention And a magnet of attention The center of the universe Sees everything in reverse There's no fire in her eyes Only little she despises Just a few worries on her mind Reason to cry she easily finds She's too cautious, too far off to notice the dark clouds above She has no real connection to the truth of affection She's pretending, she is blending, she's so fucking understanding She's so pretty, she's so pissed — she's a lot, but mostly missed Talked a lot, still, in the end The outcome was at hand She's too cautious, too far off to notice the dark clouds above She has no real connection to the truth of affection She's pretending, she is blending, she's so fucking understanding She's so pretty, she's so pissed — she's a lot, but mostly missed |
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Poisoned
Love & Hate
How Deep
Nocturnal Drift, Part Two
Nocturnal Drift, Part One
Remember Me
The Uncommon Loss
Sunset (a sonnet)
Vows (a silent prayer)
Sexy Thoughts
What's in a name?
Winter In My Heart
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