Chapped Lips

It’s like you came in from a dream I had last night
I saw you coming from a far
Thought you reminded me of someone, but we’d never met before
only once, only yesterday

Here I am 2 am at 7/11
trying hard not be seen
Dying to see you round the corner, coming down the street again
from the place where your mother live.

Here we are seventeen, you’re the best thing that I’ve seen
We will soon be eighteen

Can’t foresee but nobody will come closer actually
close to me violently

And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips
I got chapped lips from kissing you

I saw you come in from the wild, in the morning
you shook your clothes and took a bath
now that we’re old, wont sleep at nighttime
so you sleep in afternoons
come lay down and be close to me

Underneath the pepper-tree in our garden you and me
you and me
bourgeoisie

And you fool, my love, for the record
I got chapped lips. I got chapped lips from kissing you

I saw you come in from the wild in the morning
thought you reminded me of someone