If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
|
I could afford to not give a shit
|
and buy a drink and drown the day
|
But your pockets, they are empty,
|
yeh, and mine are times two
|
So why not make an about-face,
|
and accept the love I send to you?
|
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
|
try to see outside your line.
|
There you go, you did it again!
|
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.
|
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains
|
your eyes?!
|
Oh, did I crack your shell?
|
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
|
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
|
your true ingredients trapped inside.
|
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
|
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
|
Oh, if only it could be different
|
we could uncover the you, you deny.
|
Between two, a small discrepancy,
|
one complicates and one simplifies.
|
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
|
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
|
you could bet your bottom dollar that
|
I'd be filthy rich by noon today
|
|
-----------------
|
Glass
|
Incubus |