Texty:
David Melillo Talk Is Cheap

in, and you cant tell You?re busy checking out yourself Oh you?re SO deep, your taste is chic But we both know that talk is cheap. It matters least

out tonight And the fire won?t rekindle once the last flame dies You wake up slow but sure that something is amiss The light beside the bed is on,

have graced me with your presence I smell your scent on every single shirt I wear; I find pieces of your hair stuck to my suitcase I try to call but the reception here is