Old-Time Promises - Soltero

Don’t trust yourself

You have permission from your friends

They are here to let you fall and tell you about it

Our new arrangement exclusively depends

On the solemnest agreement that we’ll never doubt it

But if these walls could talk they’d just be laughing

At promises that I pretend to keep

She tapped on the window

Put her nose against the glass

And said, «you hate your life, I know

But it’ll pass

And all your little deaths are nothing more

Than messy murders

It’s ugly work and your skills could take you further."

So I don’t trust myself with the promise of a future

I made a choice and decided never to doubt it

And I don’t think too much

I have permission from my friends

They are here to let me fall and tell me about it

But if these walls could talk they’d just be laughing

While we lay here and I pretend to sleep

If these walls could talk they’d just be laughing

At promises, old-time promises

That I would kill to keep