Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Not Much More I Can Say About That...

When you find the perfect words expressed in the perfect way, sometimes you just have to let them stand on their own.



I could liken you to a werewolf,
the way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon

And I could liken you to a shark
the way you bit off my head
But then again,
I was waving around a bleeding, open wound

But you were such a super guy
Till the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well
And a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other
All we gotta do's avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

The lava of the volcano
shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another
and you made an island of me

And I could liken you to a chemical,
the way you made me compound a compound
But I'm a chemical too
Inevitable you and me would mix
And I could liken you to a lot of things
But I always come around
'Cause in the end, I'm a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix

But you were such a super guy
Till the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well
And a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other
All we gotta do's avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

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