Kindness for you.

I could hang out in a hopeless bar
Figuring out how the hell I've come so far
I could get any jerk in my bed
Just to make sure I am not dead
But I'm too kind for that.
Too kind for that.

I could drink all the wine and beer
Just because I miss you, my dear
I could lay on this floor forever
And wait for you to think I'm clever
But I'm too kind for that.
Too kind for that.

I could call you on the phone
To make sure I don't feel alone
I could send you a thousand messages
To tell you what my love presages
But I'm too kind for that.
Too kind for that.

There are a plenty of things I'd love to do
To utterly forget every piece of you
Maybe it's just that I feel sad
Maybe it's just that I'm somekind of mad
Or what really gets me low
Is that my life misses your glow.

I could make up a story
That denies that you had any glory
I could despise you, beautiful man
Knowing that this doesn't make sense
But I'm too kind for that.
Too kind for that.

I could confront you with the reasons you gave me
And make you see that it's not all harmony
I could write down all what you said
And tell you what you could have done instead
But I'm too kind for that.
Too kind for that.

I won't do any of those things
'Cause it won't give me any wings
To fly away from your souvenir
So let me run away with a tear
Let me lock away this pretty treasure
So I secretly love you without measure
Let me be that kind
Let me make up my mind
Slowly.

What will happen to us?
Love will fly out in dust
I guess we still could be friends
That's what happens when your heart bends
And this way, there will be no bitter end.
No, there will be no end.


"C'est toi, toi et toi et la blessure inlassable des rêves de tes pas futurs."-Gaston Miron