Sunday, October 26, 2008

Când te simţi rău şi vrei să te simţi şi mai rău…

When they call your name
Will you walk right up
With a smile on your face?
Or will you cower in fear,
In your favorite sweater,
With an old love letter…

I wish you would…
I wish you would

Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They’re all full of shit,
With a smile on your face
And then do it again.
I wish you would…

I wish you’d make up my bed
So I could make up my mind
Try it for sleeping instead
Maybe you’ll rest sometime.
I wish I could…

Posted by Chis in 10:27:07 | Permalink | Comments (2)