Friday, January 30, 2004
#0
"You're so bitter," your complaint
I can't get you anything.
I don't know who you're livin for
I don't know you at all anymore.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I can't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for
I don't know what I want anymore
...e non c'è niente da ridere, vamolà.
"You're so bitter," your complaint
I can't get you anything.
I don't know who you're livin for
I don't know you at all anymore.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I can't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for
I don't know what I want anymore
...e non c'è niente da ridere, vamolà.
