lyrics:
You misread me like an open book
A crappy story with metaphors like rain, heart and scars
You misread me like an open book
A sappy lovestory with 30 synonyms for male genitalia
Here comes that stereotype ending
I wish you'd give me some space instead
We'll never be as depraved as our rolemodels are
Still there's no way we'll use our welth
to be something better than them
But making guilt a sport won't compensate
And I just can't believe
we were meant to be this miserable
Here comes that stereotype ending
I wish you'd give me some space instead
You'll never read my face again
And I won't be forced to watch you do it
I scared the only alternative
to being misread is to be ignored
trackstory:
It's weird how you can stay in a relationship that includes no understanding, respect or will at all. Weird, and very tiresome.
next week:
track 4 - the great depression
