30.11.09

Lover

There ain’t no lover like the one I’ve got
Cause she’s afraid of the beginning
And makes fun of the ending
Cause I think of her the whole time
Like money did not exist

And it feels like I had the entire life to waste
Waiting for our conversation to finally connect

We are thinking about what we should do
A lot more of just doing it
And for liking her so much
And as she’s being stuck into my thoughts and all

I sometimes wait
Other then just calling her and spending two hours trying to explain myself

Cause love seems to live in an island
Drinking martinis and smoking cigars
And I appear to drive a rescue boat
Leaving from a drowning huge ship.

1 comment:

Diana Motta said...

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