You gotta take you're time with things like these,
All that you are is someone to ask for apologies,
For things that dont exist, They just dont make sense.
So much pretense...
April 5th, I arise with chapped lips
And the babbling nonsense over the TV's dull hiss
The events of April 4th align just a little more
Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street
Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry
With a friend of a friend who at a bar last night told me that they loved me
But it must've been the Bacardi
?
Certain things seem too good to me,
?
Just my take on things, that last part has me beat for sure..
You gotta take you're time with things like these, All that you are is someone to ask for apologies, For things that dont exist, They just dont make sense. So much pretense...
April 5th, I arise with chapped lips And the babbling nonsense over the TV's dull hiss The events of April 4th align just a little more Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry With a friend of a friend who at a bar last night told me that they loved me But it must've been the Bacardi ? Certain things seem too good to me, ?
Just my take on things, that last part has me beat for sure..