Boy With a Problem (Demo) — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

I feel like a boy with a problem
I can`t believe what we`ve forgotten
And I even slapped your face and made you cry

It`s the last thing I want to do
Pull the curtains on me and you
Pull the carpet from under love
Pull out like young lovers do

You swore you wouldn`t shout
If it`s not your punch then its your pout
Days in silence try my temper
Nights spent drinking to remember
How memories are always tender

I crept out last night behind your back
The little they know might be the pieces I lack
Came home drunk
Talking in circles
The spirit is willing but I don`t believe in miracles
I`ve got a problem but let`s go to bed
I can roll over and I can play dead
But here I am in the doghouse instead

I feel like a boy with a problem
I can`t believe all you`ve forgotten
Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me