Hogwash Mend My Ways
There's something in the way
you laugh when you're drunk
that tells me all the things I'm glad you're not
I need days to forget a line of your face
and I need tedious weeks to stop thinking of your skin
just to realize : life's really a dope
I keep dead leaves in my books
for all the winters to come
I keep the newspapers I read
for all the awaiting days without memories
and then it takes a glance
and my heart beats faster and faster
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so...do you really think that I can't hide the truth ?
when I feel lost no joy can help me to leave this town
if I don't mend my ways, nothing could change
and there'll be no hiding place
