Y esas promesas rotas, en el fondo, cada palabra se pierde en el eco, entonces estas finalmente mueren, puedo verlo...

sábado, 15 de mayo de 2010

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up
I'm willing to take my chances on
Hope I forget
That you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you.

You need him
But I could be him.
I could be an accident, but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.