Bài hát The Manuscript Báo Lỗi

Now and then she rereads the manuscript

Of the entire torrid affair

They compared their licenses

He said, I'm not a donor but

I'd give you my heart

If you needed it

She rolled her eyes and said

You're a professional

He said, No, just a good samaritan

He said that if the sex was half

As good as the conversation was

Soon they'd be pushin' strollers

But soon it was over

In the age of him

She wished she was thirty

And made coffee every morning

In a Frеnch press

Afterwards she only atе kids' cereal

And couldn't sleep

Unless it was in her mother's bed

Then she dated boys

Who were her own age

With dart boards on the backs of their doors

She thought about how he said

Since she was so wise beyond her years

Everything had been above board

She wasn't sure

And the years passed

Like scenes of a show

The professor said to write what you know

Lookin' backwards

Might be the only way to move forward

Then the actors

Were hitting their marks

And the slow dance

Was alight with the sparks

And the tears fell

In synchronicity with the score

And at last

She knew what the agony had been for

The only thing that's left is the manuscript

One last souvenir

From my trip to your shores

Now and then I reread the manuscript

But the story isn't mine anymore