Sunday, December 09, 2007

Historical Background


I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame
I've got on my face

Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray
Not today
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your
kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me



(Mr.Bungle, Pink Cigarette)

2 comments:

Ema said...

sim, tens de me mostrar, de facto.

Anonymous said...

o que eu estava procurando, obrigado

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