you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them i know your arrogance,but do not point it out and you've not changed a bit in three long dismal years i think your flaw isn't so much your fault as a charm maybe i will meet you one day,maybe wednesday,maybe not... still,i'm sure to meet you anyway,maybe thursday,maybe not...
i want to be you just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain this"romance"is so mellow,and"so real" just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night
i would like to be composed of you
you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone i sing my songs as if i were a prostitute you take a snap at me,and stuff yourself on my welfare i feel like i am clinging to a cloud maybe i will kiss you slowly,maybe quickly,maybe not... still,i'm sure to kiss you anyway,maybe sweetly,maybe not...
i want to be you it's hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm this"romance"is an error,and"surreal" it's clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky
