Yesterday I spent asleep
Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap
Spent the night trying to make a deadline
Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline
I have your face in an old polaroid
Tidying the childrenâs clothes and toys
Youâre smiling back at me, took the photo from the fridge
Canât remember whatever we did
Havenât been with a woman, it feels like for years
Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears
This shitty world sometimes produces a rose
The scent of it lingers but then it just goes
Return the call to home
The worst of us are a long, drawn out confession
The rest of us are geniuses of compression.
You say youâre not gonna leave the truth alone
Iâm here âcause I don't wanna go home
Child drinking dirty water from the riverbank
Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank
Waiting on the waiter, heâs taking a while to come
Watching the sun go down in Lebanon
Return the call to home
I got a head like a lit cigarette
Unholy heads reflect in a minaret
Youâre so high above me, higher than everyone
Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?
Choose your enemies carefully âcause they will define you
Make them interesting, âcause in some ways they will mind you
Theyâre not there in the beginning, but when your story ends
Gonna last with you longer than your friends |
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