manipulate and mishape, mold and miscommunicate
conversations with words like bombshells
wrote a letter with words i'm sure hurt like hell
bit the cap off my sharpie like i pulled the pen from a grenade
wrote beautiful words but they were filled with hurt and pain
i might find solace in lament
so i'll serenade you tonight again
but tonight won't be a love song like i sang you then.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
manipulate and mishape, mold and miscommunicate
conversations with words like bombshells
wrote a letter with words i'm sure hurt like hell
bit the cap off my sharpie like i pulled the pen from a grenade
wrote beautiful words but they were filled with hurt and pain
i might find solace in lament
so i'll serenade you tonight again
but tonight won't be a love song like i sang you then.
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