Starving At Tiffany's
I will cross my heart, and hope to die. While stuck in my past obsessing. But I will not be your "Catcher in the Rye". You trained me to learn, and then to lie. As I watched our love undressing. I will cross my heart, and hope to die. You made me swear that I would not cry. I can look that unkept while suppressing. But I will not be your "Catcher in the rye". When I broke down, you still asked "why?". Though I was torching photos, digressing. I will cross my heart, and hope to die. With tickets in hand you said "lets fly!". You make me feel that I'm worth caressing? But I cannot be your "Catcher in the rye". Love was a trinket that they taught you to buy. When you claimed all of my needs depressing. I will cross my heart, and hope to die But I will not be your "Catcher in the rye". |
