May 21, 2012

I can love you, or better yet I can leave you alone

Leave my phone, untouched like, say, I don't know

If I try hard and if I sing all the songs, yeah

Would you notice that's what I want? Oh, I don't know

But it's glamorous for days

And I picked up all the sayings

"Are there drug dealers in your parts?"

Now you know how literal my songs are

I can love you, or better yet I can leave you alone

Throw out my phone

Go to Heathrow and just fly home

But it's glamorous for days

And I picked up all the sayings

"Are there drug dealers in your parts?"

Now you know how literal my songs are

World War III

I got an all new pain

Coming up your street on the Northern Line like endlessly

World War III

Between you and me

Coming up your street in South Kensington like endlessly

Almost endlessly

I can love you, or better yet I can leave you alone