Impossibles, The
So Much
In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me.
Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse.
Running away was easy I guess but you left my mind a sloppy mess.
Was it so hard to talk about stuff I couldn’t figure out?
Woe is me, she took her things and she ran away,
Woe is me
She says she's feeling so much better,
She says the air tastes so much sweeter,
She says she's feeling so much better,
She says the air tastes so much sweeter since she left me
Letras de cancionesSometimes I might suspect that the cause couldn't be as bad as the effect.
Crazy girls, which I seem to collect, and scribble down notes like a science project.
Your argument has no defense it's a big fat lie built on false pretense,
But now I roam from home to work singing songs about you and feeling like a jerk
Woe is me, she took her things and she ran away,
Woe is me
She says she's feeling so much better,
She says the air tastes so much sweeter,
She says she's feeling so much better,
She says the air tastes so much sweeter since she left me
In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me
Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse
Running away was easy I guess but you left my chest a hollowed out mess
Was it so hard to talk about stuff I couldn’t figure out?
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