She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.
can’t we be friends, my darling?
What we have, it’s too good to
Ruin with
Overzealous fawning”
That’s right, so
kick up a frown
’cause she aint lettin’ you down,
easy.
She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.
can’t we be friends, my darling?
What we have, it’s too good to
Ruin with
Overzealous fawning”
That’s right, so
kick up a frown
’cause she aint lettin’ you down,
easy.
Am I a fool to dream of normality? Do I wake up every day lurking toward formalities? Just to say what I never mean; the dean of all things screened. This thing wrings dry dreams. As long as you scream they tear at your seams until the cries die and the tempest collides… Leaving a war torn path forcing cads to a toaster-bath, aside their suit and stash, powdered nose; I can’t, Let the passenger inside take the lantern in stride or face judgment in HIS eyes; a coward’s demise.