Perfume

You throw your football with the same precision

That you use to make them fall in love with you

Got a lover's disposition, I've no decision

But to paint out every scene

Of what's the truth

Gave you my favorite linen shirt

I thought maybe you could feel how much it hurts

If only you could see me here

My heart is in my hands, it's clear

Now you're doing fine without me

My shirt is on your floor

And it smells of her perfume

Spent half a year on my back

Deconstructing every word

You said to me

Thought maybe I could find

Some warmth in all the cold stares

That you knowingly gave mе

You look so good in my linen shirt

There's nothing I could do to makе this work

If only you could see me here

My heart is in my hands, it's clear

Now you're doing fine without me

My shirt is on your bedroom floor

And it smells of her perfume

I spill the truth, you run away

Look for a lover that is safe

You fall in her arms, give her your heart

God I wish that it was me

I look for pieces of your body

In some stranger's cold apartment

I don't think you'll ever see

That God I wish that it was me

You throw your football with the same precision

That you use to make them fall in love with you