What i’ll never understand,
is how little you know.
It’s a joke from before and you’re never quite sure
if you’re on the right lines-
So you just let it go.
I sit and I talk,
You’re there and you nod,
I wish that you knew that I want to hear you,
I hate that you listen to every third word,
And stitch up the rest into something absurd.
But if you just stopped to think, or to make sense of the world
You’d realise I love you and i’ll still be
your girl.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
What i’ll never understand,
is how little you know.
It’s a joke from before and you’re never quite sure
if you’re on the right lines-
So you just let it go.
I sit and I talk,
You’re there and you nod,
I wish that you knew that I want to hear you,
I hate that you listen to every third word,
And stitch up the rest into something absurd.
But if you just stopped to think, or to make sense of the world
You’d realise I love you and i’ll still be
your girl.
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