Popsong

(альбом: Sit - 2001)

In the morning, I'm going to make love to you
In the evening, I'm going to pack my suitcase
Then I'm going to break your fucking heart

I hope you don't find this song too sad
I would have made it happy, but the books I read are full of romance
I hope you don't mind the times we had
Couldn't be eternal, but the life I lead is full of chance

And if I know you, you'll hardly try
To comprehend the reason; you will just bend down and tie your shoelace
I guess I need to say goodbye
But if I'm right about you, you'll just hide your fear behind your face

In the kitchen there's a magnet with a purpose
Advertising holidays and holding phone bills to the fridge
In my bedroom there's a photo of an angel
Screaming bloody murder at the animal that also killed my grandad

In the morning I'm going to make love to you
In the evening I'm going to pack my suitcase
Then I'm going to break your fucking heart