Wednesday, 16 December 2009

No Guarantees

Why won't you listen to what I have to say?
I won't ask tomorrow, just give me today
It's madness on this overcrowded train
I write your name all over again
I get to the 'J' and I might cry
I get to the 'H' and I just might die

There is no guarantees, is there a 'you and me'?
It's guaranteed - there is no you and me

You're mine, I love you
You're mine, I love you
You mime I love you, through the window pane
Of this slow paced, moving train
And it's so, so hard to bare
But it's too late I've already paid my fare
And I can't look back at you, your solitary figure on platform two

There is no guarantees, is there a 'you and me'?
I suppose it's guaranteed there is no you and me

I'm so sick of all these hotel rooms
Where everything reminds me of you
I feel so alone
I'm so tired, I want to go home
And I'm so scared of going on stage
I'm so scared of what they all might say
And I really don't know myself
I'm so scared of myself

There has never been a you and me
They never will be

When push comes to shove
I'm just this boy, you once loved
In your head, I have no name
In your bed, I have no place

Is it any wonder why I get fucked up?
Is it any wonder that I take these drugs?
Please don't say you're surprised to see me high for thw 15th night

Goodnight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Goodbye

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