More or Less the Sort of Shit Ex-Lovers Get Restraining Orders for (Alternate Version)
a balladeer
Singer/Songwriter
21
歌詞
Hi, hi, it's me again
Second time today, but this time with a plan
Don't, don't be mad at me
I was hoping we could talk and maybe flee
Now the playground's closed
We can go someplace somewhere else
I could show you the smell and the sound of fresh cut grass
So go get dressed
I, I respect your choice
Yes, I read you, there's no need to raise your voice
Go, go back inside
We don't want to wake the neighbors or my Hyde
I'm so tired of being a saint all by myself
I guess you don't really know me all that well
But I need help, I need help
And to hell with these patterns and all those damn parallels
How come no one wants to know me all that well?
Please, do tell
If, if I slit my wrists
I would bleed to death to show you I exist
Don't, don't, don't call the cops
Just tell me you don't love me and I'm off
Well, I'll be off, I'll be off
But I'll be back
Written by: Marinus De Goederen
