It s not alright

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
..It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new..
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Forgive me. I love you. Don't leave me here, don't leave me. But it's the wrong place and the wrong time, and I can't do anything about it. There's too much noise around, and so much fuckin rubbish inside, and so many senseless and meaningless things... and so much tiredness. You're the only escape that I have, the only sweet delusion I can dissolve in, the only dream that blows my mind away so tender... Don't leave me. I can't touch you now, but someday, someday... someday, darling...
i'm already tired, though i know, it's only the beginning of everything. the wrond place and the wrong time. our sweet tragedy.

//lyrics & music by Damien Rice (9 Crimes)

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