What can I do?
I don’t have another thing to think
about these things that I see
You don’t let yourself love me,
I have a garlic heart
Fragrant and strong
But only after it’s crushed
then what can I do?
it will regrow and the odor flows
through this red sauce inside me
This funny fluid that flickers from inside
Whenever you’re on my mind,
Then what can I do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you can’t ever love me
I have a Velcro heart,
Don’t get your soft side too close,
Or I’ll get stuck on you
my hooks in your loops
I don’t know what I can do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you shouldn’t ever love me
My heart is the cart before the horse
And I get carried away
greasing the squeaky wheels of course
My head is the horse before the cart
And I get carried away
on the squeaky wheels of my heart
What can I do?
I don’t have another thing to do
Only these things that you see
You don’t let yourself love me…
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
What can I do?
I don’t have another thing to think
about these things that I see
You don’t let yourself love me,
I have a garlic heart
Fragrant and strong
But only after it’s crushed
then what can I do?
it will regrow and the odor flows
through this red sauce inside me
This funny fluid that flickers from inside
Whenever you’re on my mind,
Then what can I do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you can’t ever love me
I have a Velcro heart,
Don’t get your soft side too close,
Or I’ll get stuck on you
my hooks in your loops
I don’t know what I can do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you shouldn’t ever love me
My heart is the cart before the horse
And I get carried away
greasing the squeaky wheels of course
My head is the horse before the cart
And I get carried away
on the squeaky wheels of my heart
What can I do?
I don’t have another thing to do
Only these things that you see
You don’t let yourself love me…
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