söndag, juli 02, 2006

miss sunflower

if i was a sunset, i'd wanna lay on your bed
and watch the hollywood lights flicker as it started to dim
if i was a movie, you know i'd feel pretty good
i'd watch you dancing all night in the dark where i stood

i don't think about you
i don't think about you
i don't think about you
you don't think about me
miss sunflower blue

and she's got the brown eyes
yeah, and they're pretty as hell
and they'll burn through your shirt, if you're holding her still
and she's got a lighter, and a lit cigarette
and if you're making her smile, that's just as high as you can get

i don't think about you
i don't think about you
i don't think about you
you don't think about me
miss sunflower blue


i'm still out on sunset in a taxicab
i'm still at the movies, and i'm holding your hand
still at an overpass wiew, looking out at the lights
still on an airplane, and i'm starting to cry

i don't think about you

if i was an evening, you know i'd send you a breeze
i'd let it whisper in your ear, kiss you and sing you to sleep

if i wasn't so screwed up, maybe all the words might have come
but i think the needing just took everything they wanted was sung

i don't think about you
i don't think about you
i don't think about you
you don't think about me
miss sunflower blue

1 kommentar:

Antira sa...

det svider i mig när jag läser. jag känner igen så mycket, men ändå är det annorlunda. eller nåt. du skriver bra, i alla fall.