Lemuria
Wardrobe
I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quittingYou always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundryAll your clothes were donated because none of them fit meMy legs are too longThe thrift store is so cold and the service is lousyI want to punch the clerk's lights out as he accepts the shirtThat was a present and the first time that I ever spent moneyI was two or three counting on my fingersI should've bought you a drinkThe events move faster than I can show my angerI want to practice my contempt to not be pushed overI tell your story like a thrifty bookWith the previous owner who highlighted the parts they liked the most
From Letras Mania