Vincent Draper

SOFT CORE | SAD BASTARD | ROCK ROLL

 
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MISS

 

I BOIL A POT OF WATER EVERY MORNING FOR MY COFFEE

THE COOL AIR FROM THE MOUNTAINS ROLLS DOWN THROUGH THE CITY

THE GOING-ONS FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE ARE SLOWLY RECOLLECTED

MEMORY IS A FUNNY THING LIKE THAT

YEAH, MEMORY, SHE’S A FUNNY THING LIKE THAT

 

I GOT A JOB AT THE GROCERY, NO THANKS TO THIS FOUR-YEAR-DEGREE

WORKING MY HANDS TO THE BONE FOR A MAN I’VE NEVER MET

I’M UNDER SLEPT AND I’M UNDER PAID, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE THESE DAYS

“POETS DIE BROKE OR DROWN IN LAKES”

YEAH, POETS, THEY DIE BROKE OR DROWN IN LAKES

 

MISS, YOU DON’T MISS ME

AT ALL LIKE I DO

LIKE I MISS YOU

WHEN YOU’RE GONE, WHEN YOU’RE GONE, MY LOVE

 

I KNOW YOU DON’T WANT ME, BUT YOU DON’T WANT ME TO LEAVE

WELL, A LIFE ALONE BEATS A LONELY ONE, ANY DAY OF THE WEEK

YOU’RE THE ONLY THINK THAT HAS KEPT ME HERE, IN THIS TOWN FOR SO LONG

YOU’RE THE ONLY THING DRIVING ME AWAY

YEAH, YOU’RE THE ONLY THING, THAT’S DRIVING ME AWAY

 

MISS, YOU DON’T MISS ME

AT ALL LIKE I DO

NO, MISS, YOU DON’T MISS ME

AT ALL LIKE I DO

LIKE I MISS YOU

WHEN YOU’RE GONE, WHEN YOU’RE GONE MY LOVE

WHEN YOU’RE GONE

OH, WHEN YOU’RE GONE