Tuesday, January 6, 2009
It doesn't matter...
It doesn’t matter that I never said
the words you wanted to hear
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t try
to silence all your fears
It doesn’t matter that you tried too hard
to change the way I live
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t get
the best I’ve got to give

the words you wanted to hear
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t try
to silence all your fears
It doesn’t matter that you tried too hard
to change the way I live
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t get
the best I’ve got to give
It doesn’t matter that the time we shared
was mostly in a bed
It doesn’t matter that the words I write
are for someone else instead
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t try
to put a little faith in me
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t trust you
with all the secrets I keep
was mostly in a bed
It doesn’t matter that the words I write
are for someone else instead
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t try
to put a little faith in me
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t trust you
with all the secrets I keep
It doesn’t matter if it was only lust
that I ever I felt for you
It doesn’t matter if I never said it
but the love I made was true
It doesn’t matter who was wrong
and it doesn’t matter who was right
It doesn’t matter anymore girl
- now we’re both lonely tonight...
that I ever I felt for you
It doesn’t matter if I never said it
but the love I made was true
It doesn’t matter who was wrong
and it doesn’t matter who was right
It doesn’t matter anymore girl
- now we’re both lonely tonight...

Saturday, January 3, 2009
Looks like I'm over her...

I can’t remember the color of her eyes
I can’t remember the warmth of her thighs
I can’t remember the smell of her hair
Or her come hither stair - I guess I’m over her...
I can’t remember the warmth of her thighs
I can’t remember the smell of her hair
Or her come hither stair - I guess I’m over her...
I can’t remember the taste of her lips
I can’t remember the form of her hips
I can’t remember the shape of her breasts
I must confess - I think I’m over her...
I can’t remember the form of her hips
I can’t remember the shape of her breasts
I must confess - I think I’m over her...
I can’t remember the little things that she did
I can’t remember the late night love she would give
I can’t remember the size of her hand
I hope she’ll understand - now that I’m over her...
I can’t remember the late night love she would give
I can’t remember the size of her hand
I hope she’ll understand - now that I’m over her...
I can’t remember all the words that were said
I can’t remember how she looked in my bed
I can’t remember her drawn out good-byes
And her mellow dramatic sighs - looks like I’m over her...
I can’t remember how she looked in my bed
I can’t remember her drawn out good-byes
And her mellow dramatic sighs - looks like I’m over her...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
She's looking for something

She’s looking for something that she can’t explain
She’s looking for someone with a different name
She wants him to be
anybody but me
And she’s looking for him
some place I’ve never been
She wants him to be some kind of star
She wants him to drive some fancy car
She’s hoping that he
is going to be found
Someplace wherever
I’m not around
She’s looking for a hero to put out the fire
Some angel or saint to calm her desire
And she wants to wake up
in some other place
Where she wont have to
Remember my face-
She’s looking for someone with a different name
She wants him to be
anybody but me
And she’s looking for him
some place I’ve never been
She wants him to be some kind of star
She wants him to drive some fancy car
She’s hoping that he
is going to be found
Someplace wherever
I’m not around
She’s looking for a hero to put out the fire
Some angel or saint to calm her desire
And she wants to wake up
in some other place
Where she wont have to
Remember my face-
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