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• Artiste: Bleubird
• Titre: Cartoon Love Bubbles
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Someday when I catch up with my purpose I'll have forgot who I was when I started I haven't shaved in as long as I haven't thought about who I really am Swept away by good intentions and misdirected creativity Spreading myself thin to fishnet the possibilities I think too much about other peoples' lives and turn burns the jealousy Of greener grass and bigger pastures The once nomad decide class rule woman's comfort daily Somebody hug this hypocrite and tell him that it's not going to be ok and that's alright to understand I'd rather be realistic and unhappy than smiling plastic in a television cell Hell is for lovers and the poison burns under the covers and eats away at determination Shouldn't have to be a trade off Someday I'll make myself understand that For now it's cold sheets and bad breath tell the white widow comes climbing through my closet again Planting seeds and skipping town before the flowers blossom My time will come to smell the roses again soon enough For now catching that sent will be what I'll have to be appreciating Spent time floating on monogamous bundles of passion that didn't happen I remember that dream like it was real or it wasn't supposed to happen Crossing boundaries is like fighting your way out of a wet paper bag (hught!) Next to impossible if you've never had the odd pleasure of an unfaithful experience Passion can be pathetic or even predictable in hindsight Step your foot on the gas and slip past the defensive (?) with hot flashes I'd rather be remembered for my Warped Tour board, cheap thrills and regret Nice guys never finish Left to diminish in diluted clumps of dismay The least I could do is feel the warmth of forbidden contact tingling my temples (it's the least I could do) Today could've been that day Today could've been That day This is how it used to be When the voice of reason crooned to me That I'm sailing a ship with not captain, caption, breeding stop feeding that wild eagle. Cartoon love bubbles I'm trapped in cartoon love bubbles