Annie Bethancourt

I wonder what you didn't see
at the sight of your inconsistencies
I could ask you if you'd like to know
all the things you meant but never showed

For I can see the sadness in your eyes,
but you say "c'est la vie" with your lips
and your force a smile
Well I don't need a grand collection
of your little quotes because
you know I like to keep my hands free, too
But it's so easy discarding
heavy truths with light cliches
so maybe just a pocketful will do

I guess it is such a simple thing
to do away with the complications emotions bring
Oh "Yes," you say to yourself
"yes, I have found the way
when independent thinking gets too tough
have the perfect phrase to say."

But you don't see the sadness in my eyes
when you say "c'est la vie" with your lips
and your force a smile.
Well its not like I need a fortune
of your little quotes, because
you know I like to keep my hands free, too.
But it's so handy discarding
heavy truths with light cliches
so maybe just a pocketful will do

Oh you know I just can't take it
When you drop it you always break it
and say "God must have meant it this way."
And as we are slowly dying
I am mourning, I am crying
and you say "You gotta just live for today."
And you feed me another cliche
But I just want you to go away
because I don't need a grand collection
of your little quotes because
you know I'd like to keep my hands free, too
but it's so easy discarding
heavy truths with light cliches
so maybe just a pocketful
a pocketful of little quotes
a pocketful of little quotes
a pocketful of little quotes
could keep my hands free, too