i'm not supposed to tell you these
but my friend here's on both knees
begging me to write a song
and i couldn't think of anyone
(of anyone else but you)
coz everytime i look at you
i'd tell myself exactly what to do
but everytime, i get surprised
coz my body does the otherwise
(the otherwise, it isn't wise)
(i know / i'd know if) you're not feeling anything
coz you're not supposed to
you're not supposed to
just sit back and see
as shit snowballs on me
smile
look away for a while
don't take a peep when i'm staring at you
die
i'll be there in a while
it's the shortest way to make this true
interrogating an army
easier than asking for apologies
for stealing these words
a juvenile act slurred
(just to impress a temptress)
i can tell
you can get me to quit these beasts
but not this cigar
not today at least
2011.11.03_11-09
