Songtexte: Scott, The Musical. Letters From Long Island. A Shot Of Dutch Courage.
I'm so fucking sick of this god damn shit you put me through
You swore you'd never lie to me, but now it's all you ever do
So keep your foul tongue quiet, keep it tucked behind your teeth
If I wanted your opinion, I swear I'd never speak?
So listen while I'm talking, take my hand, and walk down this street
With every light post fading, our lives seem obsolete
So, hold me like you mean it, like your afraid of losing me...
I whisper that I love you, and you tell me not to speak?
Theres no proper way to grieve
When these tears fall from my eyes
Straight to my sleeve
But its your sleeve that I need?
Well I am the king, of saying shit that I don't mean
But in the end, it never meant anything..
I've Been Trying my best
first for days, now for weeks
not to sound like and idiot
each and everytime we speak
and I play out conversations
that we've never had
In my mind it all sounds perfect
Through my lips it all sounds bad
So tell me that you're sorry
You can live without me
I swear that I'll come running if you tell me
(Thanks to Jessica for these lyrics)
Scott, The Musical
Letters From Long Island
Scott, The Musical
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