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lirik lagu misfortune cookie – love songs

flirting made easy when it comes with a return
i followed her home and left the next morning
her love of the middle east and of crass and the cure
kept bringing me back, kept keeping me near
as did her veggie diet and her unabashed way
of fitting “p*n*s” into every conversation
abstinence makes the loins grow fonder
and her silhouette had me won over (and over)
april went smooth but may started to prove
that our dancing of hearts caught opposable grooves
hers headed north while mine dipped sharply south
a difference of mind a difference of mouth

she fled home and sustained herself on the streets like you’d imagine any teen runaway escaping the confines of a heavily religious household. the underground and netherworlds of la nearly k!lled her but this girl’s grandmother took her in and gave her what her immediate family did not – love, support, understanding, sugared breakfast cereals. i meet her years later. she’s living in san francisco as a paralegal with just two small steps left towards a degree. she’s rocking steady, as they say. at nights she exposes and manipulates her curvy, pale skin to help live because sf rent is like that

our nights were spent very visual
very physical, very tactile
just the slightest bit emotional
but then that’s what you get when the skivvies fall

a couple months later her attributes slowly gave way to certain realities… on a logistical level she lived too far away and between work and school and making noise i just couldn’t commit. but honestly, on a visceral level, i’d lost the spark. let’s backtrack.. whenever i’d get in trouble i would tell the authorities my name was jeff best, that is until i realized the real jeff best was getting into far more serious trouble. since then i decided no more faking it. her list of pros was long but her list of cons was heavy, and while she looked good on paper in my heart she did not. that’s how i found myself in the very unusual position of doing the dumping

it was going good and that’s just too bad
my subconscious looked for things it knew she didn’t have
it was unfair but it was out of my command
i was a dumb jerk, i was angry and sad
not waiting until i got home i called from work. i left a message – we have to talk. i left another message a few hours later – we really have to talk. i got home from work to find a few messages from her, each like little roadsigns showing the steady decline of her day. we talk. knowing only that we called and not knowing why she itemized how her day had gone from bad to worse. i had to be honest, i had to tell her. i did. she handled it well. very well. angered, but resilient, one of the things i liked about her. she answered the other line and came back later, sobbing uncontrollably. her grandmother, the reason this girl is still alive today, just passed away

i didn’t sign up for this, please take me off this list
all i wanted peace, no more no less
well oh well, and my oh my
so much for being the sensitive guy (what a d*ck)
i offered sorry, what more could be said?
then i just listened or a hour
feeling angry and sad
if we all have to endure it
then it must important
to feel angry and sad, angry and sad

- love songs

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