Redflower_akari

You know it takes a lot to move me
          So if you figure it out, tell me
          I trace figures on your smile lines
          Work a formula to cure me?
          
          And I'm lonely
          There I said it
          Nine million people
          I always seem to add them up
          
          
          I could go away
          I could pack my things and be gone before you wake
          You know I've tried hard to love me too
          It always seems to fall in through
          
          
          Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla
          Drinking cocktails out over the water
          My own personal sunset
          To give each day its own diploma
          And you know it's funny
          Amid my backseat taxi jaunts
          I'm trying to ignore the skyline
          So I don't figure out where you

Oh, I hate to say it but your sister was right
          Don't trust English girls with far too much free time
          I hate to say it but your sister was right
          I'm you're nothing  but a problem, leave you crying overnight
          And I hate to say it but your sister was right
          I can't focus on the future, only my short sight
          
          I hate to say it but your sister was right
          I'm a wanker, complete wanker
          A fucking waste of time

The distance is futile
          Come on, don't be hasty
          You’ll get that feeling deep inside your bones
          I’ll be gone then when you must be alone

The roads are my home as horizon's my target
          If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it
          Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it
          Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on
          It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna
          A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
          I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready
          And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead

The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
          Adorned with patches of places you’ve been
          Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got
          From a roadside when I was sixteen
          My boots are from airports
          My backpack's from France
          I'm not a girl of substance and so I’ll pretend
          To be a wanderer, wandering
          Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins

Every time that I miss you
          I feel the way you hurt
          And I don't deserve you
          You  deserve the world
          Though it feels like we were built from the same, Dirt.
          
          
          
          Oh, I hate to say it but your sister was right
          Don't trust indian girls with far too much free time. 
          
          I'm nothing but a problem, leave you crying overnight.
          
          And I hate to say it but your sister was right

Pspspspspsp can vote all my books? 

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