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letra de valentine's day entrepreneur, pt. i - miss grey eyes

[spoken word intro]
“nostalgia is the devil’s beast
seeming so sweet, but bringing me back
to good ol’ misery.”

[verse 1]
i’ve never seen such a temptress before
darkness is looking awfully amorous tonight
(in the light)
who would have thought i met my greatest vice
browsing movies in theater nine?
set up for s-xual success
a traveling salesman carrying a mess
caught me with his love, spoken like gospel

sad eyes sold a heart with too much love
creating a void where decеmber’s divine
lies laid in your suеde suitcase
made in self-hatred

[chorus]
and maybe that’s why you left
you always said: ” i swore i’d help you conquer the world
but am i holding you, holding you back? miss new york city? little miss grey eyes dreamin’? little miss i will do anything?”

[verse 2]
you can be a pleasant person when you try
but i’ve spent too many nights sleeping on your floor
wishing i’d just vanish under the boards
the words i spoke soak your walls
but we’ll both go on singing the same songs
living life with false names tattooed
for the public to view
and now i’m stuck singing shower tunes about you
[chorus]
and maybe that’s why you left
you always said: ” i swore i’d help you conquer the world
but am i bringing you, bringing you down? miss new york city? little miss grey eyes dreamin’? little miss i will do everything?”

[spoken]
“you’re moving away, and i’m not in a good place!”

[bridge/outro]
sometimes i wonder what it’d be like
if i was okay with leading a gray life

this is the business of broken hearts
selling solidified love in boxes- shaped like hearts
songwriters sing about every love true to them
every broken heart- and what it would do to them
if they lost out
(lost out)

marbles are spilled all over the floor
they say she’s losing it, over some guy-
over some girl!

[spoken over chorus]
“do not swallow love like gospel. after all god knows pain is the strongest perfume. there was a sunset painted on the ceiling- and we were sitting like trapdoor spiders- and we were sitting like trapdoor spiders.”
[chorus]
and maybe that’s why you left
you always said: ” i swore i’d help you conquer the world
but am i holding you, holding you back? miss new york city? little miss grey eyes dreaming’? little miss i will do everything?”

- miss grey eyes

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