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letra de pillow - spoonfull

[verse: 1]

head is on the pillow, pillow is on the bed
the bed holds the mantle on which you walk around the edge
and hold my hand so i don’t tumble down the side like humpty dumpty did
break my sh-ll and watch my heart hit the floor on some other sh-t
i like it when you wear your hair all wrapped up in a cloth
i’m sure that there’s a proper term but i don’t know what it’s called (nope)
you’ve always been more cultured than me, i’ll do the usual
maneuver head back over my feet until i look suitable
i know you hope or think or pray that one day i can pay for dinner
with my own money but you’d be wrong (just like you always are)
a lucid dream that you and me can lose the keys and shoot the breeze
for two to three hours without having to fly the coop and leave
stretch my arms out, knuckles up and palms down
flap my f-cking wings to the rhythm of every song out
until they finally break apart and fall from out that willow
and i can put the feathers back into my pillow

[hook]

it’s been a long time, you don’t look a day over me
you don’t look a day over nineteen
you don’t look like a stranger to me
but you know, who knows?

[verse: 2]

head is on the ground, ground’s above the sewers in paris
where all the pigeons flock to me like i’m america
put my hands up in the sky to tell him that i’m innocent
either shoot me down or give me grounds for what my sentence is
yeah i like it when you tell me i’m a criminal
say it loud so all the lady prison guards can hear it too
put the gun back in your holster and run
till all i am is just a dot that sits right under the sun
and hitch a ride back when you feel like something was done
to make it work but you’d be wrong again (just like you always are)
i probably should’ve never turned around and waved goodbye again
should’ve played the role of possum until i can die again
hi again, it’s me, i taught you how to hate
i taught you how to choke without taking food off your plate
you taught me if i toss a fishing line into a lake
enough times that something’s gonna take the bait (and look what happened)
you get mad at me around the time i get mad at myself
and the fact my brain is scattered all around me doesn’t help
i’m never crying over spilled beans, find the dustpan and sweep it up
put it to a grinder, brew, and drink it up
yeah it’s kinda like coffee if you can take the time to make it right
drink too much too long and it can keep you wide awake at night
after way too many bottles thrown at the cobblestones
i’m just gonna hobble home and tell you that i’m sorry (yeah)
too drunk to know the meaning but i know that it’s true
especially when i can ball it up and throw it at you

[hook]

it’s been a long time, you don’t look a day over me
you don’t look a day over nineteen, you don’t look like a stranger to me
but…
it’s been a long time, you don’t look a day over me

- spoonfull

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