Life must've been so wonderful, living there on your own, please call around to see. Perhaps, I've been loving you for too long now?
I watch you bleed; you rot in your bedroom, you cry on the phone. "Well I'm sorry, but he's not at home."
You give me your secrets, you give me your heart, and I smile whilst you fall apart.
Please not now, can't you see there's no time?
No, I haven't the time, can't you see there's no time?
Now all our dreams melt in the sun, and our visions dwindle – one by one.
"Perhaps you should move somewhere far away, to another town.. Where maybe they see things in your way."
It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be hard;
I smile whilst you fall apart.
'You're sorry, you're sorry,' is all that you say. Well, I'd stop it – but I can't find a way.
Your life must've been so wonderful, your visions die and fall.. and in the end, nothing ends. Just grows fainter.. and farther... away....
SO SHORT 🤯🤯
(that's what she said)
WHAT SHE SAID, I SMOKE BECAUSE IM HOPING FOR AN EARLY DEATH 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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Randombasically I take Pulp songs and make them into stories NEW VERSION OF WHAT WAS FREAKS <3
