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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

it's cool, we can still be friends: Bright Eyes

Yeah you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek.
Yeah you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek.
Yeah you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek.
You pull away, so easily.

And I still call you, but I get your machine.
Yeah I still call you, but I get your machine.
And if I'm lucky I guess it's your roommate answering.
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's (?)
We go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand.

We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet.
Yeah we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss,
when the waitress turns around.

And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch.
Yeah we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch.
Yeah we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap,
the plot is slow, take a nap.

And you even stay over, but we stay in our clothes.
Yeah you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes.
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes,
I'm only there so you're not alone.

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer.
Yeah you say that I hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer.
Yeah well maybe I hurt you some, let's contrast and compare.
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies.
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies.
Your kind of truth darling, is just the ghost of your lies.,
I see through them all the time.
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm going to get drunk.
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get real fucking drunk.
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.


now this is how lyrics should be written. it's a hard song to find me, so contact me if you want to hear it. it's one of the best.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is my favourite song... ever. By bright eyes, and by any band. Well, that song and Lover I Don't Have to Love

8:38 p.m.  

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