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I left my scissors at home, I wish I could show you what I learned there
It was a hell of a good joke, you can write it in your book
And now I finally smile, you cannot take that from me
Things I saw there taught me so
So happy to be so blue, since my tears don't intimidate you
And I'm not used to being handled so delicately
I thought you were laughing at me
But the truth is that you could hardly see me
I thought you sent me away
But usually people like me can't think straight anyway
Now I don't lie anymore, I want to be seen
Things I saw there taught me so
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