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