Thursday, 26 February 2009
01:48:01 AM (GMT)
Sirens fill the air,
& it gives the world a scare.
But its okay here, yeah its okay.
Its not the sirens that bug me,
but the inability to see...
what your intentions are.
are they what you say they are?
"Baby, run away with me" thats what you said,
with clouds rushing up && filling my head.
"Baby, answer me, we'll run away. I'll wait for you until the end.
I love you always.."
I remember these words when I hear the news
(baby can we talk about it?)
It was a rumor spread as if playing lacrosse.
When I found out, you were only kissing her because she had
pina colada lip gloss.
Baby we'll never run away, Don't you see?
Our fling was a tragedy. You were a liar.
Oh baby, please, spare me the details & your lies,
I'm done following your trails.
You're calling. You're calling. You're calling me.
And I'm stalling. I'm stalling. I'm stalling
So I can't talk to you.
I remember hearing them
then I knew
it was over.