sábado, novembro 24, 2018

Primeiro o poema. Depois tudo o resto.



You always sleep with your clothes at the foot of the bed
Waiting for someone to wake you back up then you're gone again
Always knew you were a runner but I never thought you'd run

Run right back out to the street to yell
I don't know why I'm so angry but I'll try not to be
Catching a cab in the cold with you thinking I musta' gotten lazy
Me and this whole God damn city
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love when it loves you the most

You always told me that someday you'd tear me apart
I didn't think I believed you, well I guess that I did
Always knew you were a winner but I never thought you'd win
Didn't even know we were playing

So run right back out to the street to yell
I don't know why I'm so angry but I'll try not to be
Catching a cab in the cold with you thinking I musta gotten lazy
Me and this whole God damn city
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love when it loves you the most
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love if it loved you first 


For Love . Boniface