Paramour Du Jour (star_69) wrote,
Paramour Du Jour

So Who Knew Doing Wrong Would Be This Hard, And Who Knew All My Faults Would Haunt Me In The Dark..?

Summer here is over, in a million different ways...
You look like a dream sometimes, but i dont dream these days.

Yesterday the snow fell, by four o'clock it thawed...
And last night, making love to you... Honey it was such a fraud.

Cause you can find yourself a lover,
and you can make yourself a home.
And you can want no other, ever...
But its never too late to be alone.

So everything is settled, or so we do pretend...
From a beautiful beginning, baby... To a muted kind of end.

And our seperate possesions, are shuffled up on shelves...
Like how our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves...
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