Boy With a Problem — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

I feel like a boy with a problem

I cant believe what weve forgotten

And I even slapped your face and made you cry



Its 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 wouldnt shout

If its 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 dont believe in miracles

Ive got a problem but lets 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 cant believe all youve forgotten

Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me