I don’t
think of you that much anymore
I am in the
merry-go-round world of rich and poor
Some folks
find happiness, like an open door
But me, it’s
like when I hear “such and such”
No I don’t
think of you much anymore
I see the
painted skies turn black
Then turn
back into day
I see the
crowded subway trains,
Change
passengers then drift away
I see the
birds flock in the sky
I wish I
were a bird so I could fly
But why, oh
why? I don’t need to cry
As I don’t
think of you much anymore
I don’t
think that much about you anymore
I don’t
think that love will come knocking on my door
Now when I
see you it’s to say
Hello, good
bye, then I walk away
There’s
someone somewhere waiting for me I’m sure
I don’t
think of you much anymore
I know
scientists have discovered new cures for diseases
But love
sickness and the blues
Just leave
me with blackened bruises
And if you
say it’ll work today
I’ll jump
out of bed and cry hooray!
Because it’s
not broken bones they need to cure
But love’s
cool words that cut and tore
But I don’t
think of you that much anymore
The fire
flies of night are bold
They fly
their tales like in stories told
Of knights
in colours defeating the black
Well I can
still believe you might be coming back
But I don’t
need to go and do that chore
As I don’t
think that much about you anymore
No comments:
Post a Comment