You're a simple man
With a simple life
I could understand
If only I could lie
I hate your mother
I hate most of your friends
I hate that you listen
With your head in your hand
Like a classroom clown
Like a cool boy, cool
Flaunting nonchalance
How you flaunt your drool
But I never cared
I fucking loved the thought
To be your woman
To be void of loss
I tried to fit in
Carved initials in sand
I tried to fit in
Squeezing through your plan
But I'd still turn my head
At mention of your name
I'd still run the red
Or jump on the next train
I'd stop mid-aisle
If it meant anything
But maybe even then
Maybe even then
You're a simple man
It's a simple life
I could understand
If only I could lie
You're a simple man
It's a simple life
I could understand
If only I could lie
I'd written a better verse
But it was 6am and my head hurt
I can't remember, oh, what a curse
It is to be a writer with no words
I'd written a better verse
But it was 6am and my head hurt
I can't remember, oh, what a curse
It is to be a writer with no words
But I'd still turn my head
At mention of your name
I'd still run the red
Or jump on the next train
I'd stop mid-aisle
If it meant anything
But maybe even then
Maybe even then
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
