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sexta-feira, 2 de agosto de 2019

Drunk

Tell me how it feels to know you've told
your secrets to the wrong people
And I promise I won't hide how easy I was
completely took by all your evil
Here you are waging war against anyone
And on your own oblivion
Darling, I just believed you

Somewhere she's knocking her head
Playing back her empty prayers
Doesn't she knows your stupid love
Comes separated in layers
That shit doesn't redeem a damn thing
Neither it spares what it betrays
Just another poor strayed

Now it doesn't matter
Who murdered and who died a little death
Who promised and who took it all back
Who said I hate you first or last
I wish I could remember what we said
Though we were both drunk

You know I saw you slip, get up and trip
And give in to our temptations
And I'm dead sure out there it was heard
In all your vicious conversations
Though you were alone spitting your blood
From your made up altercations
And covered bifurcations

She keeps dreaming of finding something
Or someone to promise her heaven
And the way how your head is in the clouds
Maybe someday it'll just happen
You'll be on time, rolling your eyes
With witnesses of your religion
The god you cannot petition

Now it doesn't matter
Who meant it and who told a lie or two
Who saw it blurry and who saw it through
Who fought and who didn't even tried to
But now whatever was done is done
Though we were both drunk

How does it feel to know the party is over
How bad it feels to be sober
How much it hurts to turn up the lights
How sad it was all a waste of time