Everything I Once Had Paroles

Kiss a girl, tell me why you’re laughing



I won’t hold on to this

There’s a hole in the trust that we mapped out in my bed for six long months



February, Valentine’s Day,

did my best to avoid the red clichés

So you dumped me on the subway,

on my way to work at nine in the morning

Everybody else was holding bouquets
Of affection you will leave

Falling victim as the public’s prey



I won’t hold on to this



Anyone is suitable for you, I guess, tonight

You weren’t fazed

It’s over with

You my beautiful

You weren’t fazed

It’s over with you my beautiful

With your beautiful blue and white