Red wine and sleeping pills,
Help me get back to your arms.
Cheap sex and sad films,
Help me get where I belong.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
I think you're crazy, maybe.
Stop sending letters,
Letters always get burned.
It's not like the movies,
They fed us on little white lies.
I think you're crazy,
Maybe. I think you're crazy,
Maybe I will see you in the next life...
2 comments:
agreed. that song used to make me cry on a regular basis. i do think its like the movies sometimes. im just waiting for my turn again.
Agreed. I think the best we can do is just hope it's like the movies sometimes.
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