Matches, The lyrics - The Barber's Unhappiness

Matches, The lyrics - The Barber's Unhappiness

Title:	The Barber's Unhappiness
Artist:	Matches, The
Album:	Decomposer
Year:	2006
Submitted by:	BuRf
	Do me a favor Would you please Hang up the receiver on me? Before I Before I talk My vocabulary dry Cold colas to co-exist Hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafes Solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you Still I trace your gaze But that's stalker praise And I lack the turn of phrase Do me favor, would you, my doe? Don't come over later Don't spend Two days in a row I know my pre-calculated charm Will soon run low Cold colas to co-exist Hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafes Solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you Still I trace your gaze But that's stalker praise And I lack the turn of phrase Every morning Through Ma's twin rose trellises Grammar, middle, and Lake High Barber college through Ma's twin rose trellises I planned to pick For you a rose My hell This is A plan's as close as I'll ever get My hell This is I haven't yet, I haven't yet, I haven't yet Cold colas to co-exist Hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafes Solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you Still I trace your gaze But that's stalker praise And I lack the turn of phrase Do me a favor, be rational Save me the labor of a break-up call Just assume the worst When the phone don't ring Dismiss me to the hearse