Kopfschmerzen Songtext
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it was hardly two weeks ago today
when I left you in a broken house
wondering why I placed myself so close to a line I drew on accident
but now your words attach themselves to someone else
your words are strings and I plan to cut them all with scissors
and scotch tape them to me
but the way to your heart shouldn't smell like alcohol
and there's really no need to be confident if I don't mean it
kiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean it
I put postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back to me
when I left you in a broken house
wondering why I placed myself so close to a line I drew on accident
but now your words attach themselves to someone else
your words are strings and I plan to cut them all with scissors
and scotch tape them to me
but the way to your heart shouldn't smell like alcohol
and there's really no need to be confident if I don't mean it
kiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean it
I put postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back to me
never sit in this room again
and smooth out the sheets with your hands, those tiny differences
I know that you love differences
you're not the same
you're not the person I remember you as
someone who fed me ideals with I.V.s
someone left and drowned all those kittens
so there's really no need to be too confident if I don't mean it
kiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean it
I put the postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back for free
because it's so hard just waiting in a place that I know you won't ever come back to
but i hid all that sadness in the underbrush
and i hope you are so fast you miss perfectly feeling since you are there
and smooth out the sheets with your hands, those tiny differences
I know that you love differences
you're not the same
you're not the person I remember you as
someone who fed me ideals with I.V.s
someone left and drowned all those kittens
so there's really no need to be too confident if I don't mean it
kiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean it
I put the postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back for free
because it's so hard just waiting in a place that I know you won't ever come back to
but i hid all that sadness in the underbrush
and i hope you are so fast you miss perfectly feeling since you are there
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