Just some things that I thought of...most likely when I was alone, in the car, or in the shower...I get inspired in the wierdest of places.
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Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Salvage
Innocent words turn to those of deception
Red and mistrust color the reception
Once it's done, shame on me
Second time, it occurs to be
That nothing is quite as it seemed
And so far all the wreckage I can see
Would I have known had they turned you down?
Can I make everything normal now?
All I really want is something
That runs from me every time
I get so close and it pains me
That I can't seem to make you mine
I'm afraid of you and what you might say
Cuz you're afraid of me and what I might say
It makes no sense and I wish I could fix it
But it takes two, and I don't know if we could mix it
The perfect mix of respect and love and space we need
But deep inside all I do is bleed
I held you there and so did he
How many people are in this "we" ?
All I really want is something
That runs from me every time
I get so close and it pains me
That I can't seem to make you mine
You invite these other people just to hide from me
So I sit and wiat patiently for our privacy
We could hold each other and lay on the couch
Kissing until we forgot what we were talking about
They kissed you to...was it better than me?
Though my kisses have more meaning
I thought we were meant to be
But you gave your feelings so easily
All I really want is something
That runs from me every time
I get so close and it pains me
That I can't seem to make you mine
10:22 PM
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