ANOTHER CURVE the front door screams behind her a huffy last goodbye supper sits half finished it was a pretty good exit cry but true final farewells are quiet, with no act i know the way her fever flows i know that she'll be back sometimes she doesn't give me a chance somtimes i don't give a damn these days we're given to arguing using anything we can you-don't-love-me accusations "that's right" throws in the salt go for the heart and don't let loose i'll last-word you for the fault sometimes i wish she'd really leave i pray to god she'll stay give your enemy an apology give your lover another day i can't be all she wants i might be more than she deserve every time i think it's straightened out she throws me another curve she throws me another curve she throws me another curve © 2015 floyd jane. Words and music. All rights reserved. |