Petite League - Dyslexic Poetry

I left my voice at the bar
saying the wrong things right from afar
We're like lightning without the thunder
miswrote your name and your number
Forgetting the words we always play
I'm a sore throat singer of dyslexic poetry

Misread queues in the dark
nowhere to go and nowhere to start
I'm like an overly confident romancer
too sure of a definite wrong answer
Spinning songs for all to see
I'm a sore throat singer of dyslexic poetry

Ooh hearts, faded like bathroom wall art
Bury me out in the last call
Promise to run if the getaway stalls
Ooh we fall asleep like two moths underneath the butterfly tree
Bury me out in the last call
Shotgun wedding in a bathroom stall

The silence could be heard through the payphone wall
from the glance at the bar to my untimely fall
you were everything to me
Cause you never fell for my dyslexic poetry

Ooh hearts, faded like bathroom wall art
Bury me out in the last call
Promise to run if the getaway stalls
Ooh we fall asleep like two moths underneath the butterfly tree
Bury me out in the last call
Shotgun wedding in a bathroom stall