Monday, 29 September 2008

Black Eyes

You say we're cut from the same cloth.
The eagle to the queen.
Cry your fucking eyes out.
Go home, take my heart with you.
Sleep next to him, sleep next to him.

I'll be right here with black eyes and cracked teeth.
Beating myself up, over you.
I'll be right here with black eyes and cracked teeth.
Waiting
For you.

I feel sick to think of it.
You savoured every last
Word I said.
Every smile you gave, I stored in my mind
I know you were true.
But honesty has left me cold tonight.

I'll be right here with black eyes and cracked teeth.
Beating myself up, over you.
I'll be right here with black eyes and cracked teeth.
Waiting
For you.

And I fucking hate New York.
When I've never even been.
But it's taken all I could have had
Away from me.

When you get home, it will be the middle of a cold dead winter.
And for all I care right now, you can freeze.
These shoulders stay mine, they stay dry.
If you want someone to cry on, you should have stayed, you should have stayed.

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