I think I told my first lie when I
Told you I don't need time, that I'm
Perfectly fine being just like
We weren't perfect lovers
Facade and fairness, don't forget
I'm not a crook, should you regret
Acts of kindness, not a coquette
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't good
Doesn't it kill you all the more
When you're stalking every floor
That I'm roaming these nights
And what for? What for?
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't great
Doesn't it kill you? So unsure
When you're closing open doors
You miss me in your core tonight
And what for? What for?
I think I told my second in the present
I couldn't keep it in, I want you in
Every slipping, sterling moment
Might have broken my first few promises
And I hate how it always is so
Could you just come back and be my accomplice again?
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't good
Doesn't it kill you all the more
When you're stalking every floor
That I'm roaming these nights
And what for? What for?
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't great
Doesn't it kill you? So unsure
When you're closing open doors
You miss me in your core tonight
And what for? What for?
You miss me, now it's so clear
You know I've needed you here
Why bite the hand that loved you through every tiresome tear
I gave you sun, sudden rain
Showers and some weren't so tame
But why bite the hand that wiped its remains from your face
And whispered to you in the dark, in mid-sleep, late night cars
I want you, you'll love me forever
To disperse all these broken shards of the glass cage containing my heart
I hate you, I'll love you forever
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't good
Doesn't it kill just to know
When you're stalking every floor
That I'm roaming these nights
And what for? And what for? What for?
We weren't perfect lovers
But damn you saying it wasn't great
Doesn't it kill you? So unsure
When you're closing open doors
You miss me in your core
I miss you so much more
And what for? What for?
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Songs I Write | VII
कविताHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 19 years old, England.
