—Friday, June 11, 2004—
When The Moonlight Hits Your Bright Eyes
And you can’t sleep cause no bed smells like her or feel okay because you never really get clean no matter how many showers you take. Its all just night air and broken white lines racing by. You couldn’t figure me out if you tried. You never even came close (and you were the closest). We build our own prisons and throw the keys to hearts that never knew they had them anyway. I’m ready to stop. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. How long will my excuses keep you at bay? Baby, I’m sorry attentions just been my thing all along. That’s all I ever wanted right? The pot calling the kettle… And so on. Call me up. Pull the blanket from over my head and say its okay that words only feel safe out on the computer screen and not whispered into your ear late at night- or just leave me alone. I gotta say I’m tempted to break your heart just cause I could do it best.
Peterabbit
posted by: tbok at 12:22 pm
