253

Album: All Night Cinema (2009)
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  • I watched her smile
    Dissolve like Alka Seltzer
    And in all honesty
    Man, I wish I could have helped her
    But the words I spoke
    Fell leaden to the ground
    Hitting that carpet
    With a muffled clanging sound

    I remember sitting later on the 253
    Trying not to cry
    But the crime's on me
    Sick to my stomach
    Feel so guilty
    But I can't change the fact that
    She had nothing that I needed
    So over years the love receded
    A bit like her old man's hairline
    .. And mine

    And at first,
    She was all that I could see
    'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
    And we lost something,
    Or so it seems
    Fading like her favorite jeans

    I can't read her face
    Listen in an unknown language
    I just hold her pretty hand
    'Cause that's about all I can manage
    I wish you wouldn't look at me that way
    Knowing I'm a selfish bastard

    She'll be thanking me one day
    And maybe we can even laugh at this after

    I remember sitting later on the 253
    Trying not to cry
    But the crimes on me
    Sick to my stomach
    Feel so guilty
    But I can't change the fact that
    She had nothing that I needed
    So over years the love receded
    A bit like her old man's hairline
    .. And mine

    And at first,
    She was all that I could see
    'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
    And we lost something,
    Or so it seems
    Fading like her favorite jeans

    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No promises
    No promises

    And this is the final curtain call
    As in and out of love we fall
    And it's toO late to change that
    Oh, it's too late to explain
    That..

    She had nothing that I needed
    So over years the love receded
    A bit like her old man's hairline
    .. And mine

    And at first,
    She was all that I could see
    'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
    And we lost something,
    Or so it seems
    Fading like her favorite jeans

    She had nothing that I needed
    So over years the love receded
    A bit like her old man's hairline
    .. And mine

    And at first,
    She was all that I could see
    'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
    And we lost something,
    Or so it seems
    Fading like her favorite jeans

    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No promises
    No promises

    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No, no, no, no promises
    No promises
    No promises Writer/s: JACK CHRISTOPHER ALLSOPP
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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