Isadora

Lately I’ve been thinkin about Us and me And how we’d always be How we’d always be Blowing in the breeze are thoughts of jealousy Jealousy overtaking me Do you ever wonder what is underneath Those tired eyes Oh I would Oh I would All I ever learn from love is how to Shoot my own foot And I will I bid farewell security I’ve been set free I never knew It was mythology This all seems sad Though I am glad It’s not the end I’m no fickle friend I’m no fickle friend Do you ever wonder what is underneath Those tired eyes Oh I would Oh I would All I ever learn from love is how to Shoot my own foot And I will Lately I’ve been thinkin up a way To leave Isadora’s scarf The death of me