Songtext von Crooked Frame

I'm glad you didn't stick To my fingers like a tremble A wasted fortune spent On things we never felt inside I count the footsteps That take me away from you Because i stayed too long Inside this crooked frame I'm glad you didn't spend the night like you had promised I'd have to stretch the truth to say that i was sorry And now i laugh out loud at things that aren't that funny Because i stayed too long inside this crooked frame I could burn my clothes and i would be alright I could burn the photographs and be alright I could burn the postcards, i would be alright I could smile for the first time without thinking of you I'm glad you didn't stick to my fingers like honey I'd have to stretch the truth to say that you were pretty And now i laugh out loud at things that aren't quite funny Because i stayed too long inside your crooked frame