More Or Less The Sort Of Shit Ex- Lovers Get Restraining Orders For Songtext
von a balladeer

Hi, hi, it′s me again
Second time today, but this time with a plan
Don't, don′t be mad at me
I was hoping we could talk and maybe flee

Now the playground's closed
We can go someplace somewhere else
I could show you the smell and the sound of fresh cut grass
So go get dressed


I, I respect your choice
Yes, I read you, there's no need to raise your voice
Go, go back inside
We don′t want to wake the neighbors or my Hyde

I′m so tired of being a saint all by myself
I guess you don't really know me all that well
But I need help, I need help
And to hell with these patterns and all those damn parallels
How come no one wants to know me all that well?
Please, do tell

If, if I slit my wrists
I would bleed to death to show you I exist
Don′t, don't, don′t call the cops
Just tell me you don't love me and I′m off


Well, I'll be off, I'll be off
But I′ll be back