The Dear Hunter

Casey Crescenzo
"Red Hands"


Even if you never strayed from me
I'd question your fidelity
There'd always be a shroud of suspicion
And my heart's a liability

With your hands marooned so freshly red
You'd wrap your lips around my neck
Try and forced to love the thought of me
Simple motions make me ill

Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On his under cover mattress,
Did it feel so good
Hope it felt so good
Don't know what I'd do if you lost 
sleep over little old me
He's so much better
They're all much better
Take off your sweater your shoes and your shirt
And get to work

Maybe this is just a work of art
Scripted players in a play of lust
Hope the end is well worth waiting for
Everything you wished it be
Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On his under cover mattress,
Did it feel so good
Hope it felt so good
Don't know what I'd do if you lost 
sleep over little old me
He's so much better,
they're all much better
Take off your sweater your shoes
 and your shirt
And get to work
Oh my god what have I done
Now my darling put your clothes back on
Oh my god what have I done
Now my darling put your clothes back on

Because you can't be caught red handed
If you're not red handed
My darling I would never say 
those words to you
I was pulling out my heart so 
I could pin it to my sleeve
On display for you to see I'm on display

Because you can't be caught red handed
If you're not red handed

My darling I would never 
say those words to you
I was pulling out my heart so
I could pin it to my sleeve
On display for you to see I'm on display
(Oh my god what have I done)
(Now my darling put your clothes back on)
(Oh my god what have I done)
(Now my darling put your clothes back on)
(Now my darling put your clothes back on)

Because you can't be caught red handed
if you're not red handed
My darling I would never say those words to you
I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleeve
On display for you to see I'm on display

(Oh my god what have I done?)
(Now my darling put your clothes back on)
(Now my darling put your clothes back on) 

LLamada antes de las 12 am

Te he dicho que te amo, después de haber cortado la llamada,
tu en llantos, y yo por comenzar a derramar lágrimas...
y tiernamente te he dicho que te amo.
Me río porque piensas de modo incoherente lo que tu no eres.
Y yo te repito, siendo tierna que no es así.
Me preguntas si te amo. Me dices que no te amo.
Te digo que te amo. Me pides que no te mienta.
Me rió porque piensas de modo incoherente.
No te burles de mi.
Y yo se que no eres el único que sufre.
Y yo se que no soy la única que sufre.
Estoy por comenzar a derramar lágrimas.
No me estoy burlando de ti.
Se corta la llamada...
No me estoy burlando de ti.

Miércoles 2 de Abril 2014
1:26 am