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- grey clouds give roads cover
a lonely standout drifts to the balcony
admire the paper aircraft fly by
wings folded gradually
her breath used tactically
employs itself to the back of my neck to exact her revenge
she tastes like melodrama
her faith in karma, like it guides our pain away
its not an argument, its fate
i cant quite see the same vision
inside the flame glistens
and i could swear her mother heard us
i know she never got me,
never took me into her heart as a mother should
i understood
white snow turns to water
thickened by grey dirt, learned from summers wood
my lumbering figure
clumbersum and trouble worthy
had her hand out like i owed her money
a manage a smile because this stories funny
and the way she tells it, lies with bells on
like she's helpless, oscar winning
a penchant for those gangsta rap songs
wine, and midnight swimming
shes the girl i dreamt of when i was twelve watching true romance
just old enough to get the undertones and feel so tense
i was that geek, she was that crazy chick id break my own laws for
take every fall for, practically die for
never cry and never hurt an inch
she's little miss not from round here
(the roads lead in all directions)
her little mischiefs not welcome
(you bring trouble to a happy home)
her little mistakes are big ones
(you cant go back with two right turns)
little miss stars a bad one...
(to the bone, a roaming angel wingless)
ice on the steps
she's hard to grip but keeps her hand locked in mine
her frosty shine swaggers in the winter sun
she wears the right clothes for the season
and only digs holes for a reason
shes into guns, a fascination more than a pastime
i follow her hand tracing over the case as i rest mine
im not the last guy
that'll buy into her smile and witty remarks
she can be filthy
she can be an adverts idea of clean
i try to speak but the only words i hear are dreams
nothing seems like it was
solemnly i touch her broken face
frozen, still in place
her eyes wide like the shot came as a shock
she never even dropped, she stood and held my fingers close
reminded me of march, the day the church shut early
we sat on the wall and laughed for hours
i held her like i would hold flowers, powerless
she told me of her father
how for him the falklands came too soon
how she was teased at school
the kids would say she was born of a silver spoon
but life was never perfect
i said, honestly, happiness isnt worth it
dreaming of the day we'd both deserve it
the common touch.
she's little miss not from round here
(the roads lead in all directions)
her little mischiefs not welcome
(you bring trouble to a happy home)
her little mistakes are big ones
(you cant go back with two right turns)
little miss stars a bad one...
(to the bone, a roaming angel wingless)