Vincent Draper

SOFT CORE | SAD BASTARD | ROCK ROLL

 
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I DON’T MIND

 

YOU SHOW UP LATE WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE

LIKE YOU READ IT FROM A SCRIPT, YOU APOLOGIZE

POINT AT THE MAN THAT CAN STAY ANGRY AT THEM EYES

YOU SAY PUT ON YOUR SHOES AND LACE THEM UP TIGHT

LOCK UP THE DOOR AND LEAVE ON THE LIGHT

YOU HAD BETTER TAKE MY HAND, I’M TAKING YOU OUT TONIGHT

 

AND I DON’T MIND

IT’S NO SURPRISE

IT’S NO ONE’S FAULT BUT MINE

 

YOU’RE UP BEFORE THE SUN AND OUT BEFORE THE NEWS

I’M LEFT WITH LIES AND A COUPLE OF TRUTHS

A BOX OF YOUR LETTERS AND IOUS

I BREATHE IN DEEP AND REMEMBER YOUR GHOST

I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL TANGLED IN YOUR ROPES

YOU CUT ME DOWN BEFORE BUT I DON’T LET GO