paroles de chanson Punk With an Ex - Walter Etc.

I rode my bike to the pier, then downtown
Up the Ave, then East Main, back to Midtown
With one eye out for cars and one for sketchy massage parlors
(Two mon weeks esti la tar)
Wonder if I should call her?
Caught me in the taqueria reading Peter Pan
I feel less lonely here even if they don't understand me
When I ask for no cebolla 'cause it upsets my stomach
(There's a ghost that haunts my house at dinner)
And here I'm hiding from it
Caught me in La Tapatia reading Treasure Island
It hasn't sunken in yet, but when it does, it will be violent
But if Jim Hawkins and loyalists can fight off these beers
Maybe I can get over this in the next six or seven years
Met up with at the point, a small but offshore bay
The sign says "Be back in 15," which means you never have to pay
And as we're zipping up, I went to
Him, he asked, "Are you doing okay?"
And I know the response that I should give
"How did our lives end up so good?"
But if you ask me to complain
I'd tell you there's one thing I'm missing

Baby, you're not coming home, are you?
Have you been missing me at all?
Do you feel sorry for me?
We're built of perfect light
So why would you, why would you just throw it away tonight?

If this was an art comedy, I'd find it pretty funny
To end up lost and broke on the wrong side of my twenties
Now suddenly I'm shameless and can get myself to rally
I went solo to the fair to see Sublime with Frankie Valli
When I get home, I bum a smoke off my Kentucky neighbors
They feed me a bunch of tequila, tell
Me who on the block would tweak this
They ask me where my girlfriend's been and when will I propose
I shrug and tell them work trip and, well, who fucking knows?
This is my life without her, and yes, there are some benefits
I do a lot more yard work, and I make a lot of artwork
And I randomly now floss more and I feel like I'm less sensitive
Hey, maybe I'm less sensitive, see, I'm making the best of this
Met up with 30 at the dredge at a big and soupy day
In the morning, Murray lay our waters silver, sky was gray
As we rode the river on the jetty, he asked, "Are you doing okay?"
I said, "Jesus, you guys are really worried about me, aren't you?
I'm fine, these things take time, this
Too shall pass, or something like that"

Baby, you're not coming home, are you?
Have you been missing me at all?
Do you feel sorry for me?
We're built of perfect light
So why would you, why would you just throw it away tonight?

There's a moral to the story: I one hundred percent missed it
She lives in Santa Barbara now with Yvonne Chouinard's assistant
I thought she was my thrift store girl and I her surfer boy
I thought that we were Jim and Pam, but turns out I was Roy