4 acessos
I dropped the pill on the floor, then
I couldn’t find it anymore
So who the hell makes an orange floor, and
I don’t care if it was built with love
But you know you ain’t my doctor
So who are you to lecture me like that?
I know just how it ends, and yet
It’s the start that bores me to death
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you
I lost my train of thought, so
You don’t have to pretend you’re here
A guilty laughter I just can’t help, I know
While your bitter lips I can grip
The smell of your acid tongue, though
How can you keep it in?
Tell me in the name of what, love
We’ll just keep keeping it in?
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear, to keep a lie or to bear this truth
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you
You turn your back and I still smell it on you