May 21, 2012

I could love you, or better yet I could leave you alone
Leave my phone untouched
Like, say, I don't know

And if I try hard
And if I sing all the songs
Would you notice
That's what I want?
Oh, I don't know

But it's glamorous for days
And I picked up all the sayings
"Are there drug dealers in your parks?"
Now you know how literal my songs are

I could love you, or better yet I could leave you alone
Throw out phone
Go to Heathrow, and just fly home

But it's glamorous for days
And I picked up all the sayings
"Are there drug dealers in your parks?"
Now you know how literal my songs are

World War Three
I got it on repeat
Coming up your street
On the Northern Line
Like endlessly

World War Three
Between you and me
Coming up your street
In South Kensington
Like endlessly
Almost endlessly

I could love you, or better yet I could leave you alone