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hesperus – louis armstrong lyrics

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god d-mn, she was the one, she could hit home runs with batted lashes
and beat master hand with no smashes, i don’t wanna sound
cr-ss, but i pined to be entwined on a mattress
i just couldn’t find the right way to ask it, life of a
basket case, my heart raced, and my teeth gnashed
as phoenix heat reflected my p-ssion, but alas, as
flames waned and moons changed past waxin’
no new love birds hatched from the ashes, now i catch
faces different places and i hold my gaze
in case one makes me feel like that
detached and enraptured, imprisoned by vision, driven down paths
that leave my knees on the verge of collapse
weak from unspeakable beauty, like yeah, your homegirl’s cute
but you leave memories with deep roots
i’m like a car with a boot, or a truck with a flat, stuck in my tracks
tryna move on, but keep doubling back

i don’t need your sugar
you don’t want my salt
we trade sweet nothings
but something’s wrong
and it’s all your fault

she had me hung up like curtains, left hurtin’ with no inertia to move on
and i felt not right like two wrongs, on late nights with a
few brews gone down my stomach, i might rummage
through old junk and catch sight of that one pic that we took together
that i never through out ‘cause i liked how we looked together
i looked good, she looked better, she was a snappy dresser
but sadly so unhappy, she was under pressure
and i’m not the best at dealing with a person in distress
i guess i messed up, or maybe not, i was lazy, she was hot
it’s crazy how it’s been so many days, and still i dwell on thoughts
lost amidst the past as i go grasping for another bottle
don’t know if i loved her, but i love to talk about how awful
walking through the airport is alone, early for my flight
and seeing something funny that she might like
and reaching for my phone to send a text, but then remembering that we’re exes
feeling disconnected ever since she left

i don’t need your sugar
you don’t want my salt
we trade sweet nothings
but something’s wrong
and it’s all my fault

so i ask myself, does being one side of a dyad add that much
magnitude to my life on average when i factor in
the bad vibes, sadness and baggage, we’d drag with us
trust issues are too much fuss, i’m still nonplussed
on love and l-st, thinking that there must be other options
opting out by cause of exhaustion in my mental
disincentivized by simple tasks that eventually turn
difficult in typical fashion, at the -ss end of
a series of bad attempts at intimate situations
initiated by misinformation, we replay past
relationships like stations of the cross, pausing to say
prayers and mourn for love lost, internalizing costs of
courtship, catholic guilt built for the modern age
made to wage war on disengaged cogs in the machine, i’ve seen it
beginning with a flirty glance and descending into relentless anxiety
i think it would be better if you do you and i do me ‘cause we aren’t working out…
and i’m not about to force the issue…
i mean, i still f-ck with you, but just on some homie sh-t…
we could be like… ross and joey working part time jobs
you know… friends without benefits because

i don’t need your sugar
you don’t want my salt
we trade sweet nothings
but something’s wrong
and it’s all no one’s fault

i don’t need your sugar
you don’t want my salt
we trade sweet nothings
but something’s wrong
and it’s all no one’s fault