new kind of love
halina heron
you always said I was the funny one
and I always thought you were wrong
now your crooked teeth can't hide your lies no more
you keep wearing your rings at night
like they hold some kind of truth you might like
and you're holding hands with the memories
you can't have, but you don't care
and you don't seem to notice
that we're just trying to find some new kind of love
to fake, to take and make it our own
