In the words of the hot and sexy Chris Pureka...this is the story about Burning Bridges. I had the extreme pleasure (you know where...heehee...) to see her sexy performance at Southpaw in Bklyn last eve. I would've thought by now that I had put enough dynamite on one bridge in particular to burn it to the ground. I don't think I have...
This is a story of burning bridges
and allowing time to pass
this is a story of forgiveness
and breaking things in my hands
this is a story of understanding
you can't choose who you love
and this is a story of soft skin
and rats in the walls
well you can't just pass along
the pain that comes around
you'll go dizzy until you fall
and I know you didn't mean to let me down
but you let me down so hard
this is a story of loaded glances
and leaning in too far
this is a story of vague advances
and confessions in smoky bars
so now I am walking down the sidewalk
and I am singing to myself
and I'm going to leave it all behind me now
'cause I don't need this,
I just don't need this
and you can't...
these memories are talking and talking
and I'll do anything to shut 'em up
I've got the pillow over my headbut they won't stop
no, no they won't stop
some fantasies are never meant to be realized at all
and some regrets could be prevented
if you read the writing on the wall
oh and sometimes you say "you know nothing can happen"
and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses
and the next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty
and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume
oh and when did you leave me
and when did you find her
and tell me is this just what you wanted????
hmmmm. sometimes i feel like this...
i am only wondering right now if when i'm done with all this shit i have to go thru...the karma repair...will i be allowed to tell her that she's my soulmate? will i be forced to tell her that she is my soulmate? will i not be able to tell her at all? will she just know?
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