I exhaled on the windshield and used my finger to write her a message and
she looked over and muttered 'you can't spell worth shit' as we continued
the long drive home.
Oh why can't I be clever? I have all this love to give and I wanted it
accepted not fretted, I bet it all.
On black. The colour of your heart. I wish I was the ash from my cigarette
being flicked from safety into the darkness. 'you can't do anything right'
she says as the heater burns a hole into my jacket and I laugh it off.
Oh why can't I be clever? I have all this love to give and I wanted it
accepted not fretted, I bet it all.
On Red. The colour I see when I close my eyes. I'm just mad or madly in
love with the idea of love. 'You can't do anything right she says' as I
look into the mirror.
Oh why can't I be clever? I have all this love to give and I wanted it
accepted not fretted, I bet it all.
Oh why can't I be perfect?

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