Monday, January 02, 2006

Figured


I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many shots lined in a row
I love the way you twitch your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress

And I hate the way you pass the check
And I hate the good times that you wreck
And I hate your pretentious self-respect
While you pass out, what the heck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

It took me a while, you always tried
But you're gone for good, this is it