Samantha Crain
In Smithereens, The Search for Affinity
what is it exactly you want from me?an arm, a leg, my own two feet?should i beg for a hit in the headfrom your hammer made of sledge?you can't live with an obsessionso i have an idealet's make love until it's trueor becomes hatredand i don't really care if you call me another nametruth is, i like it about the samethe same, the samei'm pulling coins from my sock to buy you a drink'cause you only hold me when you're not thinkingi know that my nods ain't much for mebut i'm one step away from talking to myselfam i to feel bad about it? am i to feel bad about it?i'm to feel bad about iti'm to feel bad about iti'm to feel bad about iti won't say i'm needy but i won't say i'm finenot a meeting of swords, or a tie that bindsso can't we just be two troubled souls in need?and nothing more to speak of, to speak of
From Letras Mania