I can't really say that I know what this is
I'd be lying if I said I do
Not even three weeks and it's come to this
Happiness?
It's a word that I always scoffed at
My own little humbug
Oh, there's someone out there for you they all say
You just have to patient they tell me
Like hell
Twenty years of patience and nothing but failures and sorrows
But it's only been three weeks
Not even that, since I met her
I can still feel where she bit my lip only last night
The scratches she left in my back
The marks where she bit my shoulders
I can still hear her breathing in my ear
I don't even know what happened
Or how
Or when
But just when I'm about to throw in the towel
Give love a final **** you* and walk out of the room
In she walks
Saying Darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby
Filling me with joy, like a shot to the heart
A blow to the chest
Knocking me on my back and pulling me back up
Because nothing can stop me now
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
I can't really say that I know what this is
I'd be lying if I said I do
Not even three weeks and it's come to this
Happiness?
It's a word that I always scoffed at
My own little humbug
Oh, there's someone out there for you they all say
You just have to patient they tell me
Like hell
Twenty years of patience and nothing but failures and sorrows
But it's only been three weeks
Not even that, since I met her
I can still feel where she bit my lip only last night
The scratches she left in my back
The marks where she bit my shoulders
I can still hear her breathing in my ear
I don't even know what happened
Or how
Or when
But just when I'm about to throw in the towel
Give love a final **** you* and walk out of the room
In she walks
Saying Darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby
Filling me with joy, like a shot to the heart
A blow to the chest
Knocking me on my back and pulling me back up
Because nothing can stop me now
I might have been listening to Golden Slumbers, by The Beatles when I wrote this...
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