Saturday, April 21, 2007
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness...But it's better than drinkin' alone
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Last Chance To Make Your Biggest Regret
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She cries out to me
That sad beseechment
Quiet sublime
Like Miles’ soft horn
On Flamenco Sketches
"Come home to me
Come home to me
In the quiet whisper
Of a warm summers night”
…Cause you know
“I was a pencil tip away
From doing something stupid”
But all those little white lies
“They keep me up nights”
Say what you will baby
(And feed the rumors to the mill)
Because I’m two drinks away
From proving everything you’ve
Ever said about me
(But just keep talking baby, just keep talking)
Cause come last call
I’m coming clean
(So what do you want to hear?)
“She was a friend of a friend”
Twice removed
Or that we…
“Fucked in the bathroom?”
(But just keep talking precious, just keep talking)
Cause I’m not the one with something to prove
(What are you trying to?...)
Life is full of disappointments
I’m no different
So what are you trying to prove?
(Cause the truth will…)
Cause the truth is,
I can hold out much longer than you.