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what YOU tell ME

05/14/2010

You and I go together like the molar and the drill.
Flesh is weak but darling we know that the ego's weaker still.
I've been hung, drawn and quartered, slowly slaughtered like a goat,
By the tongue of a woman who just couldn't let it go.
Sticks and stones may break my body but words can tear me apart.
So be careful what you tell me, spare a thought for my heart.
Broken bones fuse together, bruises never last for long,
But once they're said words stay spoken
And hearts stay broken from that moment on.
Sticks and stones may break my body,
but words can tear me apart.
So be careful what you tell me, spare a thought for my heart.
No matter how I try I just can't get it out of my mind
and when I sleep I visualise you.
We talked about the noise and how it's hard to hear your own voice.
You told me that you really liked me and I said "cool, the feeling's mutual”.
We played cards. I said "it's like the soundtrack to our lives” 
and you said "true, it's not unusual”.

Then privately we danced but couldn't seem to keep our balance.
We sank down to the floor and we sang a song that I can't sing any more.
And then we kissed and fell unconscious.
And all I found was you.