Matson Jones – He Means Nothing, Dear

I haven’t seen you, dear,
In half a year, actually more and
I don’t want these thoughts to be ignored

I wanna smell your polyurethane,
To drop pills on the floor,
Cause I'm their sacred hearts
Run red 'round me
And I'm becoming bored

Oh ooh

So I lay awake while he is fast asleep
And I think of these things,
Into my mind they creep and
It is five AM as the clock ticks on,
It is five in the morning, but
Please don’t get me wrong

It’s just
You murder me with your sweet,
You murder me with your sweet,
You murder me with your sweet,
You murder me with your sweet,
Sweet words

But we, ah wait,
I don’t think that he’s murdered me dead, yet
So please, oh please,
Just keep him thinking fondly of me.
But wait, oh wait,
I don’t think that he’s murdered me dead yet.
So please, oh please,
Just keep him thinking fondly of me,
Of me,
Of me,
Of me,
Of me

Oh, come on fall,
Bring your tattered leaves,
Bring that cold, whipping wind,
That brings me to my knees,
Because then this long time
Will diminish into days because then
I can finally fill this silly space called my head,
With him,
My head with him,
Oh my head, with him,
My head with him

But he means nothing my darling,
He means nothing my darling,
He means nothing my darling,
He means nothing my darling,
I swear

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