this will be my first song:
so tired now
so afraid of yesterday
like i had been
for ever & a day
now; or so it has
begun to feel
like these days
are just cliche's.
Called you up
but you wouldn't
answer the phone
call; but that
wasn't much of
a surprise to me
dear Ari.
Ya, Laure,
Lola and La La.
YA, Laure,
Lola and La La.
An art store
had a sale
on some supplies.
Couldn't ever
afford a brush
or even canvas
to draw smiles
on; made out of
charcoal and sketched
from old & dirty
photographs
of your gorgeous smile.
Ya, Laure,
Lola and La La.
Ya Laure,
Lola and La La.
Your so optimistic,
you appreciate quality's
and all the best
things money can buy.
Don't be frustrated,
precious friend
of mine- just, just
be yourself and i promised
that you'll find
happiness in this life time.
Just keep-keep telling
others it's all under control.
While sometimes sadness
holds your head like your under
water but I assure
you that one day you'll smile
at the perfection of beauty
that your skin has your
soul wrapped up inside of.
Ya, Laure,
Lola and La La.
Ya Laure
Lola and La La.
I guess you should have known
by now that it's always been
about you- all these songs
I write, these melodies I sing
and hum incescentingly.
Ya... Laure...
Ya... Lola....
Ya La La La La LA
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