IRC-Galleria

eat an apple in the morning to keep the doc away
buy a pack of paracetamol to take the pain away
but a thousand vitamins cant cure a broken heart

and these old guitar strings are strumming of tune
and every single polaroid i ever took of you
are blue tac'd to my ceiling to help me sleep at night

and it's been two weeks and i'm still at this piano
writing songs i know i'll never ever sing
and i don't care what she looks like
and i don't care what she feels like in your arms

and since that august evening when my words they came out wrong
and forced you to leave my house and forced me to move on
and then you wrote to me and told me that you were sorry

and i don't care what her name is or where it is she's from
i don't care if she makes you tingle the way i did once before
when my mouth touched your mouth
and my hand touched your hand
i dont care