Blaenavon
That's Your Lot
Elizabeth, you said we'd walk amongst the deadOn HalloweenBut my make-up's making no one screamI'm stapled to the groundYou watch me squirmingI'm an apathetic earthwormIsabella, my child, your hips, they make me wildBut I'm sure you'll understandThat I'm part cloth and part manThis collar makes me chokeBut I'd rather that than ropeOr a trust fundI'm an apathetic eardrumBut it's so easy to be thissentimentally giftedI feel guilt's hot breath on my neckBut I can't throw away, throw awayThe reminders of those brilliant daysNo kiss, no collapseIf you think that it holds you backPity me, I beg you pleaseI might not ask again next weekLetras de cancionesPity me, I beg you pleaseI might not ask again next weekI'm an apathetic pipsqueakBut it's so easy to be thissentimentally giftedI feel guilt's hot breath on my neckIt reeks of deathBut I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in loveI'm in luckI'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in loveWith the theory your father might be up aboveAs the LordBut I can't throw awayThe reminders of those brilliant daysA stamp, a receiptIf it feels like it keeps you hereIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsIt's only been three yearsAnd that's your lot
From Letras Mania