May 21, 2012

I can love you
Or better yet, I can leave you alone
Leave my phone
Untouched like, say, I don’t know
And if I try hard
And if I sing all the songs
Would you notice
That’s what I want? Oh, I don’t know
But it’s glamorous for days
And I picked up all the sayings
«Are there drug dealers in your parts?»
Now you know how literal my songs are
I can love you
Or better yet, I can leave you alone
Throw out phone
Go to Heathrow and just fly home
But it’s glamorous for days
And I picked up all the sayings
«Are there drug dealers in your parts?»
Now you know how literal my songs are
World War Three
I got an all new pain
Coming up your street
On the Northern Line
Like endlessly
World War Three
Between you and me
Coming up your street
In South Kensington
Like endlessly
Almost endlessly
I can love you
Or better yet, I can leave you alone