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letra de making conversation, strings & piano - maisie brook

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i win the bread, i brush his hair
i make a habit loving landmines
he makes faces like he cares
and you know me: i never learn
i look pathetic
he makes all his dull convictions and i yearn

not singing, just talking
“i love you” – you don’t reply
not dancing, just waiting
the clock confirms my alibi

i never fit
i’m all the wanting in the world
my mask don’t slip
still, i never shift it
i never mind
the choice is yours to make, but
you don’t pick sides
until i have to share you

he’d kiss the depths of h-ll to hold my hand
he’s so romantic
he will love mе til he’s mad or til i’m d-mned
i always liked my crying shamе
my place of worship is a man whose love’s synonymous with pain
not asking, demanding
“where were you?” – suffice to say:
not sharing, withholding
red lipstick’s white hot negligee

we do it all in style
it’s not my shade of scarlet
she’s worth your while
and worth a lengthy cleanup
you asked for this
complete denial’s a sorry state
you don’t pick sides
i always have to share you

i never loved you, i was making conversation
you’ve let the sun go down on every situation
wanton brutality’s my only motivation
i told you i think you should run if you had any sense at all

i never wanted you, i clutched at conversation
i would have let the sun go down on our arrangement
as if i’m anything but your divine creation
i think i’m going to let you k!ll me, i’ve got no sense left at all

- maisie brook

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