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Nov 2015 · 381
Give me back
John Smile Nov 2015
Give me back my kisses, give 'em back
Give me back my 501's give'em back
Give me back my pride, give it back
Give me back my tooth brush give it back

And I'll give you back your loving, 'cos all it was to me was a heavy backpack

Give me back my future, give it back
Give me back my polaroids, give'emback
Give me back my friends, give'em  back.
Give me back my peace of mind give it back

And I'll give you back your loving, 'cos all it was to me was a heavy backpack.

And keep your temper to yourself
Try to control your psychotic reactions
Try not to ruin, everybody's life around you
And get yourself a life

Give me back my car keys, my boots and my DVD's
My **** films and all of my LP's
My hair loss treatment shampoo, and my old spice aftershave too
And the photograph you keep in your wallet where I'm kissing you

Give me back my tools my guitars and my skateboard
My surfer mags and all of my surfboards
The time we wasted together, the waves and the sunny weather
And keep the toys we had hid in the first drawer for when there's another.

And keep your temper to yourself
Try to control your psychotic reactions
Try not to ruin, everybody's life around you
And get yourself a life
Nov 2015 · 471
Wasting Time
John Smile Nov 2015
Got a car, got a guitar, got a loan for a home where I spend all my days on my own
Since you left, to become a successful T.V. star.
Far, you're so far, I never thought I could bare to have you so far but you are
And I miss, are butts stuck together on the sofa wasting time
Like lovers often do
Watching **** on the T.V, like lovers often do.

This dispair, is so unfair, 'cos you know that I still totally care for you
And for everything, that surrounds you, that concerns you
I walk by myself, I talk to myself, everything I do these days I do by myself
On the shelf, there's a photograph of us walking, and talking on the beach
Wasting time, like lovers often do, holding hands and walking like lovers often do

In sooth, I need to soothe, this uncomfortable truth 'cos what I say I don't want to believe
But relieve, this heart from the dark you're putting me through
Same old see saw, Margery daw, I just want someone to be there to open the door
and not sit on my own on a tabe for two, but share a bottle of wine and a candle with you
Wasting time, like lovers often do
Talk about my day over dinner, like lovers often do.

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