i packed up the butterflies
gonna put them back on the shelf for awhile
gonna convince myself they never really were
tell myself it doesn't matter
chuck it to one of your songs
just a muse for a tune already written
already sung
already done
i dropped to my knees this morning
had this wierd weight in my gut
not enough air in the room
too naked were my lips
not enough you around my hips
but i chucked it to you're busy
and got alot on your plate
you're tired
i'm wired
so i got on a plane and waited for your text
got in a cab just for a hug and all your sweet
headed for the train hoping you'd stop me
i said remember
you tell me always
you'll never forget
and i chuck it to experience
a happy coincidence
another girl
another swirl
this love affair is making a fool of me, i'm afraid
so alone in it i feel when i'm not beside you
and i'm not beside you alot
but i chuck it to dreams and reality
your dreams become reality
my reality, just dreams
visitors... right
there she is, that's me
i'm just another night
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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