Pour it real slow
I'll have one more merlot
so many places
I've been with smiling plastic faces
I have no where to go
Isn't it funny
that I've got the world in my hands
can call any woman in my phone
and she'll cancel her plans
but
a pocketful of women
feels like I've had one too many drinks
waking up with a headache
refusing to think
about truth and consequences
and the fences
lover's refuse to tend
thinking you're keeping the wolf out
but you're letting him in
Why does the band play so damn sad
they play like love is a temporary condition
just a passing fad
but maybe in truth
feelings of unconditional love
are wasted on the youth
by the time you find the perfect one
logistics
and feeling tired of being a statistic
forces you to shun
a walk in the sun
saying to your conscience
she might be special
but I'm damn sure not the one
to be a fool
the means don't justify the ends
to fall head over heals
back in love again
Well my friend
I guess love is like a sad song
that never found a reason to end
it just keeps playing on until
you've had your fill
of space and time
while love plays a trick on fools
with unsuspecting minds
until they are left with no one of a kind
or chocolate hearts on Valentine's day
just a lonely heart that refuses to say
three little words
I know it's absurd
wasting time with someone
and lacking the nerve
to say I deserve
more out of life than a frosty bed
foolishly thinking warmed over feelings can rekindle
passion for a long time dead
it feels like a drink that goes straight to your head
when you've had nothing to eat
ain't nothing hardly neat
about falling out of love
when you're still knee deep
in responsibilities
just a deep freeze
that leaves you shivering
right down to your soul
Pour it real slow
while I contemplate my temporary embrago
on love and happiness
my secret lover really digs me
but this is for the best
keeping my distance
and putting up resistance
until she grows fatigued
love should be a want
and I'm tired of filling a need
as a matter of fact
I've had my fill
so here's to cheap thrills
and my heart that paid the bill
a long time ago
and now refuses to pay
the pirce of falling in love
on Saint Valentine's Day
I'll be getting on with my day
yeah
she keeps calling
but I have nothing to say
seems like too many times
my words get in the way
still
I can't deny she seems different from the rest
but I've had my fill of tests
been a long time since I was in school
and true love is kinda cruel
because a fool
in love is a tool
to be used
and a heart that can't refuse
inevitably ends up being bruised
and misused
so, with all due respect
I choose
to be alone
ignoring my damn phone
and trying hard to resist
what's that old saying
ignorance is bliss
because a lover can't miss
a kiss
never made
so I guess this is the perfect time
to finish my drink and let this
piece just
fade......

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