Sunday, April 15, 2007

Best of the worst of times

I heard your father left
Your mother's getting sick
I heard your dog ran away last night
I know the pressure's mounting
Can hear your heart pounding
It's ok, I've got a shoulder, cry

Called me up late last night
Said she didn't know what was wrong with life
Said through tears, she'd be alright
But I wouldn't hear it
Said she shouldn't be alone, when she's like this
Said I would be there in a little bit

She's so much prettier
When her masscara's ruined
The tears offset her eyes
With a perfect blue
So for better or worse now baby
Here's to bad times, may they
Always stay

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