Moi Aimer Toi
Vianney
Me Loving You
On my pillow, like a drawing
Like a stain
It's your mascara that smudges
When we get mad
For a slightly bad coffee
A trifle
When we fight, I wish
We'd laugh about it
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
When me loving you
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
Me
And people don't understand
Why we put up with it
That I blow my nose in your arms
Be my carrot
Taking the trouble to damage ourselves
Creating scenes instead of loving
And making love out of disgust for the mess
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
When me loving you
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
Me
On my pillow, like a drawing
Like a stain
It's your mascara that smudges
When we get mad
And this pillow by tomorrow
After the storm
Will witness that we know well
How to turn the page
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
When me loving you
If me loving you, hurts me
If me loving you
When me loving you, hurts me
Me
