I'm Sorry, but I'm Beginning to Hate Your Face

Eagle*Seagull

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I don't give a damn who lead who on
It's of no concern to me
If you could tell the new man, please
To hang up my shirt

As he takes it off your shoulders
It's the least he could do
If we're going to share you
And I'm sorry

But I'm beginning to hate your face
It's a face
That always seem to put me in my place
It's a face
That's as pretty as it is empty
It's a hollow space

Into which all my words disappear without a trace
Oh don't you know
That you're you're going to reap what you sow
Oh that sex is going to come back to hurt you in the ass
Be cruel if you must
It seems as if you're trying
To take

And my desire has fashioned a new toy
And I'm sorry
But I'm beginning to hate your face
It's a face
That always seem to put me in my place
It's a face
That's as pretty as it is empty
It's a hollow space

Into which all my words disappear without a trace
I re-read all your letters
And I liked them so well that I had to eat them all
Yes, I ate them all and then slumped against a wall
I used to think of you as the sun
Flinging your joy down to every one
But your eyes have changed so soon
And your face your face
Your face is a vaccuum

We don't talk about love
We don't talk about sex
We don't talk about dreams
We don't talk about you

We don't talk about me
We don't talk about us
We don't talk about him
We don't talk about anything at all

We don't talk about love
We don't talk about sex
We don't talk about dreams
We don't talk about you
We don't talk about me
We don't talk about anything at all