I spent the day thinking of the good and bad and the grey mistakes I’ve made
And am I forgetting what it takes to hate?
Nah, I still remember, it just takes up less of my heart
And she sleeps in the other part
And I kiss her perfect back just to make my mark for the stairs
And all those pimps in Paris
And she reads my perfect thoughts as I wake her up
Says, “You should know about tramps and carelessness,”
And even in my bed, she holds this over my head
Well even in my head where I thought jealousy was dead
He still lives, even though we slit his wrists,
Which she did immediately after our second kiss,
When she said, “You can trust me so now just love me,”
Said she’ll meet him on a train that runs like veins through the heart
And all those other romantic parts
And stretch your perfect arms just to pull you apart
When it rains they’ll hold hands through romantic parks
And even when it’s dark it’ll feel like light when it’s cold
She’ll still be alright
I said, “I hope that she thinks about me sometimes,”
And I hope I don’t start drinking like a fish
And I hope I don’t start swimming like a shark
And I hope I don’t start planning like a fox
And I hope I don’t start thinking like a dog
Because the winter will roll in like a fog, oh no
And I won’t be able to see where things are, oh no
So I’ll walk with my arms outstretched from my eyes
And I’ll stumble around until I’m found
I’ll sing out, “Oh oh oh oh oh!”
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh



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