Broken glass, it cuts too deep
I'm reaching for a paper cup
Because I'm cut to ribbons
Tied around your autumn hair
I think I've pushed my luck this time
Your eyes are wild
You cannot smile
Your chest is set, in stone, to me
Habitual in its delicacy
You don't talk loud
And you don't mess me around
But you don't know what's best, for me, anymore.
Your T-shirt fits just right
and I hope that you will fight
To push me away
Don't pretend I will stay, here, for nothing.
So, been hanging around
in this town, same crowd
And I don't have much left
To keep me afloat
Within this envelope
I will sail, to you, again.
And you don't talk loud
And you don't mess me around
But you don't know what's best, for me, anymore.
You don't know what's best, for me anymore.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
Broken glass, it cuts too deep
I'm reaching for a paper cup
Because I'm cut to ribbons
Tied around your autumn hair
I think I've pushed my luck this time
Your eyes are wild
You cannot smile
Your chest is set, in stone, to me
Habitual in its delicacy
You don't talk loud
And you don't mess me around
But you don't know what's best, for me, anymore.
Your T-shirt fits just right
and I hope that you will fight
To push me away
Don't pretend I will stay, here, for nothing.
So, been hanging around
in this town, same crowd
And I don't have much left
To keep me afloat
Within this envelope
I will sail, to you, again.
And you don't talk loud
And you don't mess me around
But you don't know what's best, for me, anymore.
You don't know what's best, for me anymore.
This is a song (written circa 2004).
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