Lyrics

Tamarindo
Words by Rachel Bellinsky
Music by Gina Fiore

You never call me anymore
you never show up at my door
the words are there but you don?t speak them
you have my house keys
you can keep them
every day is wasted
every day is wasted

that doesn?t mean you can come back
it doesn?t mean you can come back
one morning you made breakfast
you always cleaned up your own mess
oh but not this time
or maybe the mess is mine

chorus
in the pocket of my jacket
where my fist is resting
must be a nice dark place
yes, it?s a very dark place

you never call me anymore
maybe I don?t need you anymore
I dream of you in dark places
freedom wears the saddest faces
every day is tasted
every day is tasted

chorus
in the pocket of my jacket
where my fist is resting
must be a nice dark place
yes, it?s a very dark place