Nearly Close from Complaining by theslowpianos

We're strange, we talk, we comb life over

No way it sucks, it sucks my conjecture

The way she smells, she smells like no one

We could, we can't, we're closer than nothing


This would have have hurt her but that's my speculation

Sex ruins order, a scratch that breaks our record


No way, no real way would I be doing this today


Break lights they're on, in-fact they're beaming

I'm tearing up the road of closure


HELP ME! HELP ME! My John asks polite

She screams to me in the February


This would have have hurt her but that's my speculation

Sex ruins order, a scratch that breaks our record


No way, no real way, would I be doing this today


Im fine, i'm good, when lifes a straight line

A square always goes round in its circles

University of the ageless, alcohol is a sober man's friend


5 years on and i'm listening

Back when hormones were raging

Seems it did come to nothing


Thank the lord I did nothing too, my puny little teeny lover would've choked up


Not an inch budged or taken

Middle fingers at Satan

Try to through me off balance


Well try again, and I dare you one, that i'll never think life or death from these times, life has come and kissed by surprise, never been happier that I stayed quiet

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• homemade
• indie rock
• rock
• spine
• United Kingdom