I picked you out
Of a crowd, and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks. Can I follow you?"
Now it's up the stairs
And out of view, no prying eyes.
I poured some wine. I asked your name, you asked the time.
Well it's two o'clock.
The club is closed and we're up the block.
Your hands on me.
I'm pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before.
Chorus
I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought I'd meet him here, but I'm not sure.
I got the money if you've got the time.
You said, "It feels good." I said, "I'll give it a try."
Then my mind went dark.
We both forgot where your car was parked.
So Let's take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning.
Bad actors with bad habits.
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone's ringing.
And the van is leaving.
Let's just keep touching.
Let's just keep on singing.
Chorus
I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
It was the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need a meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
Write such pretty words.
But life's no storybook.
Love is an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do, I do."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
[fading]
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
"Then hurt me."
***
èçáðàõ ñè òåá
îò öÿëàòà òúëïà è òå çàãîâîðèõ.
êàçàõ: "õàðåñâàò ìè îáóâêèòå òè".
òè êàçà: "ìåðñè.
ìîãà ëè äà òå ïîñëåäâàì"?
ñåãà ñìå íàãîðå ïî ñòúëáèòå,
äàëå÷ îò äðóãèòå, áåç ëþáîïèòíè î÷è.
íàëÿõ âèíî. ïîïèòàõ êàê òè å èìåòî,
à òè ìå ïèòà çà âðåìåòî.
å, ñåãà å äâà,
êëóáúò çàòâîðè
è ñå ìàõàìå îò êâàðòàëà.
ðúêàòà òè øàðè ïî ìåí,
ïðèòèñíàòà çäðàâî êúì
òâîèòå äæèíñè.
åçèêúò òè â óñòàòà ìè,
çà äà ñïðå ìîèòå äóìè.
è äîðè íå ìå ïèòà
êîé ïðåäè òåá ìå å îïèòàë.
èñêàì ëþáîâíèê,
êîãîòî íå å íóæíî äà îáè÷àì
èñêàì ìîìè÷å,
êîåòî å òâúðäå òúæíî,
çà äà ìó ïóêà, çà äà îòðè÷à.
è êúäå å òîÿ ñ õèìèêàëèòå?
ìàé èìàõ ñðåùà ñ íåãî,
çíàì ëè..
àç èìàì ïàðè, àêî èìàø
äîñòàòú÷íî âðåìå
"ùå îïèòàì.", êàçàõ, êîãàòî òè êàçà "äîáðå å".
ïîñëå óìà ìè èçêëþ÷è.
è äâàìàòà çàáðàâèõìå êúäå å êîëàòà òè
è çàòîâà òðúãíàõìå ñ âëàêà.
ñóòðèíòà ãðóïàòà ùå ìå ïî÷àêà.
ëîøè àêòüîðè ñ ïîðî÷íè íàâèöè,
ìàëêî òúæíè ïåâöè,
êîèòî èãðàÿò òðàãåäèè.
òåëåôîíà çâúíè.
âàíà ïîòåãëÿ, àç ñúì îòâåÿíà.
ïðîñòî ìå äîêîñíè.
íåêà îùå äà ïååì.
èñêàì ëþáîâíèê,
êîãîòî íå å íóæíî äà îáè÷àì
èñêàêì ìîì÷å,
êîåòî ïèå áåç ìíîãî ïðèêàçêè.
÷àêàì òîÿ ñ ìîèòå õèìèêàëè.
èìàì ãëàä, êîéòî íå ìîãà äà íàñèòÿ
è èñêàì çíà÷åíèå,
êîåòî äà ìè îñòàíå.
ïîíåæå òîâà, êîåòî å ñ ìåíå
âèíàãè áÿãà è ìàìè.
íî òè, íî òè
ïèøåø ìíîãî êðàñèâè äóìè,
îáà÷å æèâîòà íå å êàòî ïðèêàçêà, íàëè?
ëþáîâòà å ïðîñòî èçâèíåíèå,
äà áúäåø íàðàíåí,
è çà äà êàðàø äðóãèòå äà ãè áîëè
"îáè÷àø äà íàðàíÿâàø, íàëè?"
"î äà, î äà.."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà."
"òîãàâà ïðè÷èíè ìè áîëêà".
http://sinth.info/temp/temp/brkntl/ <---- song.