tisdag 12 februari 2008

more than you thought i was capable of

I'm a chain-smoking, moneybroken,
body soaken, badly joking figure on your telephone
You found me lying in your tub, choking
got a pair of scrubs
I was dancing at the mermaids' ball
But you could still catch me, now that I'm sleeping
Cut off my hair, I'll be weaker than you
Ask me to love you, you'll see that I do
If I am drinking, then ask me when I'm not
How much I'm thinking of you is alot
I'm a brain-eaten, joy defeaten
twice cheaten, non-believing motor of a ten ton truck
You found me roaring down the road
with some high-explosive load
I can't help but speeding up some more
But you could still catch me, now that I'm sleeping
Cut off my hair, I'll be weaker than you
Ask me to love you, you'll see that I do
If I am drinking, then ask me when I'm not
How much I'm thinking of you is alot
More than you thought I was capable of
more than you thought I could ever keep in mind
I have to go, yes I know, but I'll leave something behind
just to have an excuse to come back later
maybe then we'll talk some more

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