Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune

The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad student
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
 

LIKE A FRIEND

Don't bother saying you're sorry

Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again.
Everytime I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been
learning something
Well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before
And I will do it again
C'mon and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again.

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week.

You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car crash I can see but just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but
I've just got to stay 'til the end
Let me tell you -
it's lucky for you that we're friends.
--Pulp

Jeng Detta, lagu ini bener deh bisa ngena banget. *srut srut sesenggukan*



Comments:
ah yayaya memang sengaja minimal tertohok dengan satu lagu ah pasti diulang ulang sambil semedi hmmm baik baik yayaya
 
Ah, kamu emang tau aja, Jeng.
 
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