I'm not crying.
It's just been raining on my face.
I've just been cutting onions,
I'm making a lasagna.
For one.
There's just a little dust in my eye,
It's from the path that you made when you say said your goodbye.
I ain't weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand,
For your information there's an inflamation in my tear gland.
I'm not upset because you left me this way,
My eyes are just a little sweaty today.
They've been looking around a lot , searching for you.
They've been looking for you, even though I told them not to.
These aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of joy.
I'm just laughing.
Ha, ha, ha-ha, haa...
Sitting at this table called love,
Staring down at the irony of life.
How come we've reached this fork in the road,
and yet it cuts like a knife?
I love Flight of the Conchords!!
Zyang.
Monday, May 25, 2009
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