Tapp, by Gawjous Idiot Subscribe to rss feed for Gawjous Idiot

Oh your cold fingers 
playing away on that piano
the music carries me away
floating on a boat
oh im flying away

oh i was such a fool
for you
the wound healed
but the scar is still there
all i need to do is breathe
let the music seep into my pores

exhaling beats
inhaling tunes
oh i never meant for this to happen
why did i cry 
when you stood by?

Posted: 2010-05-19 01:13:39 UTC

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