Pottery
I heard you've traded me for drugs and alcohol
I hope they make you happy, hope this is not your downfall
I know you best, I climbed up all your walls
But I am tired of this cycle
'Cause you want someone to mold
Shape them up like pottery, make them what you want
You treat me like a flower, want me weak and small
I shut down my desire
You're not what I want, not at all
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
My my my muse, I think it's time we call it truce
This is all about me, no more writing 'bout you
My my my muse, I think it's time we call it truce
This is all about me, no more writing 'bout you
My my my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
Ay
Sometimes I wake up still thinking you're by my side
What a stupid dream
I know what I want, I know what I deserve
And you are neither of them
'Cause you want someone to mold
Shape them up like pottery, make them what you want
You treat me like a flower, want me weak and small
I shut down my desire
You're not what I want, not at all
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
My, my, my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
My former muse
Now it's all about me, no more writing about you
My, my, my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
My former muse
Now it's all about me, no more writing about you
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
I hope they make you happy, hope this is not your downfall
I know you best, I climbed up all your walls
But I am tired of this cycle
'Cause you want someone to mold
Shape them up like pottery, make them what you want
You treat me like a flower, want me weak and small
I shut down my desire
You're not what I want, not at all
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
My my my muse, I think it's time we call it truce
This is all about me, no more writing 'bout you
My my my muse, I think it's time we call it truce
This is all about me, no more writing 'bout you
My my my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
Ay
Sometimes I wake up still thinking you're by my side
What a stupid dream
I know what I want, I know what I deserve
And you are neither of them
'Cause you want someone to mold
Shape them up like pottery, make them what you want
You treat me like a flower, want me weak and small
I shut down my desire
You're not what I want, not at all
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
My, my, my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
My former muse
Now it's all about me, no more writing about you
My, my, my muse
I think it's time we call it truce
My former muse
Now it's all about me, no more writing about you
They say the best way to get over a woman is
To turn her into literature
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Writer(s): Lula Font I Valls
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