Pockets Filled With Matches

Spazz Maths
Ding ding, take your best shotLast orders at the barStill he's sitting at your tablePlaying on his air guitarThat's right, he's causing troubleThat's right, he'll make a scene"Let's just find some other placewhere nothing matters, nothing matters"And he pulls at your hemlineWhen you say it's time for bedHe can't hardly stand to leave but"you're no fuckin' fun" he saysLast night is flooding back thoughYou try to keep it at bayStrobe lights and ambulancesAll blur into one todayAnd that's right, he can't rememberI guess that's for the bestBut still the anger won't stop risingBurning holes out from your chest..And one time two times ain't so badBut the fatigue is setting inThird time fourth time makes you realiseLetras de cancionesJust how bad a mess you're inFive times six times makes you wonderWhat's the point in giving in?In giving in..And you know you should be walkingBut you can't help yourselfSpontaneous eavesdropping,Lies you only tell yourselfSo that's right, pull the curtainsJust make sure that no-one seesHold his hair out from his eyesDon't let him fall down to his kneesHis knees or your knees?His needs or your needs? From Letras Mania