Your cracked country lips,
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength
of your skin
Your magnetic movements still
capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart love
to see you tryin to be a part of
A world that just don't exsist
It's all just a dream babe,
a vacuum, a scheme babe
That sucks you into feeling
like this
I can see that your head has
been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the
mouth
I can tell you are torn between
staying and returning on back to the south
You've been fooled into thinking
that the finishing end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat
you, no one to defeat you
Cept the thought of yourself
feelin' bad
I've heard you say many times
that you're better than no one
And no one is better than
you
If you really believe that
you know you have nothing to win
and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and
friends your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
making you feel
That you gotta be just like
them
I'd forever talk to you but
soon my words
would turn into a meaningless
ring
For deep in my heart I know
there's no help I can bring
Everything passes, everything
changes
Just do what you think you
should do
And someday maybe, who knows
baby
I'll come and be crying to
you.
Marco Giunco |
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