the last thing i would do always comes first to you joy is a life of compromises sometimes hard to say sometimes, like today truth is the daddy of surprises 'oh yes i'm doing fine' didn't i tell you i've surely had a better time your eyes still melt me down like a daffodil trampled on is it quite okay to turn the other way to avoid hi-bye-conversations i can't deny that i sometimes tell a lie to avoid awkward situations when autumn comes in july leaving me sleeping without goodbye