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Tears Dry on Their Own

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

All I’ll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we knw,
And this regret I got accustomed to.
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.
I knew I hadn’t met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don’t know why I got so attached.
It’s my responsibility,
And you don’t owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don’t understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there’s so many bigger things at hand.
We could’ve never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
And perspective pushes true,
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon.
I couldn’t play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not f**k myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry…

You Know I’m No Good

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
You’re tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He’s in the place, but I can’t get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pitter
You say we married, ’cause you’re not bitter
There’ll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We’re like how we were again
I’m in the tub you on the sink
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you know this little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it’s the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I’m no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I’m no good

Addicted

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

Tell your boyfriend next time he around
To buy his own weed and don’t wear my shit down
I wouldn’t care if he would give me some more
I’d rather him leave you than leave him my ‘dro
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine
And you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I’ll check him at the door make sure he got green
I’m tighter than airport security teams
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

I’m my own man
So when will you learn
That you got a man but I got to burn
Don’t make no difference if I end up alone
I’d rather have myself a smoke my homegrown
Its got me addicted does more than any dick did

Yeah I can get mine and you get yours
Yeah I can get mine and you get yours

Love Is A Losing Game

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

For you I was a flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game

One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand

Self professed profound
Til’ the chips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Tho’ I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love it is a fate resigned

Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game

Back to Black

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

He left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet,
With his same old safe bet.
Me & my head high,
And my tears dry,
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed
From all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked,
I go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us

I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe,
And I’m a tired penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to…
I go back to…

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black