25 Ocak 2010 Pazartesi


Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? 

The game is over, 

No good times, no bad times, 
There's no times at all, 
Just The New York Times, 
Sitting on the windowsill 
Near the flowers. 

We might as well be apart. 
It hardly matters, 
We sleep separately. 

And drop a smile passing in the hall 
But there's no laughs left 
'Cause we laughed them all. 
And we laughed them all 
In a very short time. 

Is tapping on my forehead, 
Hanging from my mirror, 
Rattling the teacups, 
And I wonder, 
How long can I delay? 
We're just a habit 
Like saccharin. 

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue. 

But each time I try on 
The thought of leaving you, 
I stop... 
I stop and think it over

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