Matador – Calico Jack – letras

I drank a quart of red wineon Easter Sunday while I sat at a bullfight after being kicked off of the traina ticket doesn’t matterwithout reservationsI have got a fewmost of them concerning youso like a matador you sidestep my advances with a mix of cruelty and grace.I stagger to the hostel, a place I stayed 2 weeks before.I’ll sleep on the sofa if the beds are all filled up.I’ll dream symbolic battlesand die a hundred times or morea sword between my shoulders and the crimson covers black.SO like a metaphor you simplify solutions into something epic and absurd.so like a melody, you drift intangibleunwanted (but unconsciously preferred).So like a matador you sidestep my advances with a mix of cruelty and grace.