cold as you.
Monday, January 31, 2011
You have a way of coming easily to me.
And when you take, you take the very best of me.
So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel something.
And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.
And I stood there loving you and wished them all away.
And you come away with a great little story
of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
You never did give a damn thing, honey.
But I cried, cried for you.
And I know you wouldn't have told nobody
if I died, died for you.
Oh, what a shame.
What a rainy ending give to a perfect day.
Every smile you fake is so condescending counting all the scars you made.
Now that I'm sittin here thinkin' it through,
I've never been anywhere cold as you.
