November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Lent you outsiders and my new Badu
While you were thinking I didn't have a clue
Tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro red
And now I feel so small discovering you knew
How much more torture would you have put me through?
You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes

And although my pride is not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I'm not use to this, no, no; I observe, yeah, I don't chase
So now I sit with consequences, thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day deliver blows
That surpass your rejection it just goes to show
A simple attraction that reflects right back to me
So I'm not as into you as I appear to be

And although my pride is not easily disturbed
You sent me flying when you kick-kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind
It serves to condition me and smoothed my kinks
Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks
And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect
Didn't think you get my number down and such
But I never hated myself for my age so much

And although my pride is not easy to disturbed
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
So with your battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

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