(no subject)
You should get your story straight before I start to doubt it
Cuz if you've worn your lipstick off, I want to hear about it
And telling me would be such a breeze, tell me if you want to leave
I think I'm getting the drift
You want some time with your friends
On the nights and weekends
You take the time for yourself
Both of us used to spend
Before you make it better
Before you make it worse
First things first
I don't think it's an accident you treat me like a dummy
Hold on, Hold on
I've been asking for the truth at least just tell me something
Hold on, Hold on
And telling me would be such a breeze
Let me know, don't let me be
It's almost too easy
I'm holding you by the hand
More like the nape of your neck
Why don't you draw up a list you have to frequently check?
And put some things in order
And lose it in your purse
First things First
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I came home as someone else
Must have wished it on myself
When I got
Lost in thought while
We were out
Hours have passed and I have seen
The terror I am stuck between
Who I've been
And who I'm thinking
I could be
I was listening to a battle begin
Wondering which side would win
Did you say
Something? I'm
Sorry I
Apologize
I can tell
After this there's nothing else
Nothing you can't solve
If you're such a knowitall
Maybe I'm not good enough
Or you don't resemble what I've built up
After months
See it looming
Over us
Tell me I made some mistake
Entertaining a second date
I'm a mess
So nervous and it's
Getting late
What should I do?
I'll tell you.
Pretty soon I'll shatter in two.
Just because
You place something high enough
The harder it can fall
But you knew that.
You're a knowitall
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Watching everybody leaving,
I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving."
Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right
This after hours, afterlife
I'm not ready to die in style tonight.
Tried to follow you out,
But I did not know where you'd be leading on,
And you might think people don't live through being dead wrong.
Well I guess that your parents must have raised a themselves a strictly pious daughter,
'Cause you move through this crowd
Just like parting water.
Oh you dress so nice
You dress to kill
They drop like flies
But who's the funeral for?
Afterwhile these hot, hot nights can turn everything sour
Oh, I know it's not hard to get in trouble after hours.
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Hold on
Hold out
Your day's full
Ok, that's fine
I don't mind
The meantime
You've got your things to do
Places you
Have to go
So and so
I don't mind the meantime
If I could count
From then til now
I'd count too high
I can't help but think about the meantime
Saving time
Spending it poorly
I've been pretty foolish in
The meantime
If what comes next is
So damn precious
Why should I mind
What you're doing meanwhile?
Lately I've been
Lost in thought
Around the clock
Hands are flying and
I can tell you're running out of meantime
Now I know it's over too quick
Got my finger on
Where it's all gone
Don't look back 'cause I won't be there
I don't have anymore to spare
It's all mine!
Meantime