Letra da Música Something Borrowed, Something Blue de Unimagined

Dressed to the blues
Here I stand
At the pulpit alone
I thought I would
Be your man

It was a cheap bouquet
Made out of loyalty
I bled my pocket dry
& pushed the apple
Through my eye
I made the heavens now bow
With the sweat
From my brow
So I ask
How could you not

Trust me when I say (love me now)
That she's
Got bad plans
For anyone
Who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type

So I'll say
What you want to
Hear me say
Since you don't listen
When I talk
Anyway
Oh no, you don't

Make me an excuse
So stuff the
Hors d'oeuvre
Inside of your purse
It was like magic
The way you turned that
Taxi into a hearse

You ruined my party

Trust me when I say
That she's
Got bad plans
For anyone
Who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type (I put your ring)

Into a box and fed it
To sworn of worms
All to help me forget
And let our love ferment
Beneath the earth and stars
But the lights in your
Hotel room
Shine too bright
And you've already paid
So, settle in break the bed in while
I set my house bon fire

And if you get the guts
To speak to me just
Leave them in your guts
Cause I'd rather
Hear the sound of your
Answering machine now

Seg made coffee taste like (you)
Honey in my mouth (can't)
Now all I taste is the (change)
Sweat of your (you)
Missing sounds (you)

The say you ran off and died
In Orlando but
I know you always
Preferred San Francisco
Oh, you wanna be showered
In bullets and gold
Baby I could do that for you

Got bad plans
For anyone
Who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type

Got bad plans
For anyone
Who wants to be her man
And I'm just like her type