How dare the premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go.
So to the bunchy luncheons with the second on my list of things to do.
At the top you're stopping by your place of work and acting like i haven't dreamed of you and I and
marriage in an orange grove.
You are the only thing in any room you're ever in. I'm stubborn, selfish, and too old.
I sat you down and told you how the truest love that's ever found is for oneself.
You pulled apart my theory with a weary and disinterested sigh.
So yes i guess i'm asking you to back a horse that's good for glue and nothing else but find a man that's truer than, find a man that needs you more than I.
Sit with me a while and let me listen to you talk about your dreams and obsessions; I'll be quite and confessional.
The violence explode inside me when i meet your eyes; then I'm spinning and diving like a cloud of starlings.
