Cri De Coeur
You kissed me in the courtyard
You took me by the hand
You showed me all your old scars
The lines from your new tan
You bit me in my lip
And blood came seeping out
Then you licked it off
And mocked me with a pout
You played me like a fiddle
Led me up the garden path
You came on like a riddle
I don't do well at math
The last time I looked up
The leaves were greener
The last time I looked up
The sky was clearer
Now the grass beneath my feet has turned to sand
But at least your skin was soft against my hand
You took me by the hand
You showed me all your old scars
The lines from your new tan
You bit me in my lip
And blood came seeping out
Then you licked it off
And mocked me with a pout
You played me like a fiddle
Led me up the garden path
You came on like a riddle
I don't do well at math
The last time I looked up
The leaves were greener
The last time I looked up
The sky was clearer
Now the grass beneath my feet has turned to sand
But at least your skin was soft against my hand
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Fallander
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