dica do geminiano mais ‘sirizinho na lata’ que conheço 😉
Don’t you dare speak for someone you don’t know.
They’ll feel it in the back of their throat.
We know I can’t construct a poem,
Cause words like girls get bored and run
C’est la vie, I say “I’ve got so many better things”
I’ve got nothing, you should see me,
I smoke myself to sleep.
And blame postmodern things I can’t relate,
Like summer camp and coastal states.
Like alcohol and coffee beans.
Dance floors and magazines.
I think its safe to say I’ve only got myself to blame
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
Taking pictures of themselves.
And so I walk the web in search of love,
But always seem to end up stuck.
I’m finding flaws in everyone.
I’ve reached the point where all I want,
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.
We are parallel lines we’re running in circles,
We’re never meant to cross.
I’m at a loss, you were my tangerine,
My pussycat, my trampoline.
Now alls I get are wincing cheeks,
And dog problems, I signed a lease.
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,
And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started.
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my heart breaking.
And I hope it’s entertaining,
Cause for me it’s a bitch.
Was it worth it?
When you slept with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?
I am a man
Holding it all
I couldn’t breath
I didn’t know
I couldn’t give up
B is for believing you’d always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we see it though.
C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to
A because, because, you always run away.
I never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, “I hate what I’ve become”
I lied, I hated who I was.
So when you start to wonder ‘bout the pain in my throat,
Then don’t you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don’t know.