It never used to be that bad. But neither was it great. Somewhere in the middle then. Content and much too safe. Oh tell me please. Why it takes so long.
You're not the girl you think you are. they're not his shoes under your bed. he'll take you places in his car. that you won't forget (no). And all the people that you know.
Don't stand around. Like friends at a funeral. Eyes to the ground. It could've been you. And why do you weep. For the passing of ages?. You slip with the back of your hand, you're taking it out on the one you love.
My life is a house. You crawl through the window. Slip across the floor and into the reception room. You enter the place of endless persuasion. Like a knock on the door when there is ten or more things to do.