All Good Things…


Don’t believe when you confide is me, I don’t get your thrift – but you keep saying that we know the drill. I have to follow, have to follow the head. Humbleness is not the major thing, neither modesty. You’ve got a big ego indeed; is not as big as me. So what? SO WHAT? What do you think you’re doing? What? So what? So what do you think you’re doing now? Now all the big and broken promises, failing behind me. So what? So what? So what do you think you’re doing? What? SO WHAT? So what do you think you’re doing now?

Everything reminds me of you, from the movies to the music we knew, and I’m going round in circles and I don’t know what to do, coz’ everything reminds me of you.
Everyday’s a trip to the moon, everyday I tell myself “soon.. I won’t be going round in circles and I’ll know just what to do”.
Couse everything reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you, from the movies to the music we knew, and I’m going round in circles and I don’t know what to do, coz’ everything reminds me of you.

I’m OK with the little you give. I’m ok and I’m not dropping a hint that it’s ok like this. OK, the contradiction is me, crash it off and you see no thing to fix. OK, the kid is me. /… / I’m fine when the daylight retreats. I feel it’s my retrieval of me, just what I want to see. /… / Hey! I need to touch what i thought I had: your back, my back, the back of our hands. /… / I know a place to be outta place, I’m not very far, far, far away. Hey! I need to touch what i thought I had: your back, my back, the back of our hands.

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