Do you leave the lights on before you go to bed?
And remember all the things I once said
You randomly catch my scent
And wish your hand was in mine.
I bet your sun doesn’t shine.
Songs sound different, guitars weep
Are your nights tortured with questions?
And all your days feel all the same?
Do you doubt your friends can come to the rescue this time?
How does it feel knowing a part of your life has dissolved?
I bet you thought it was all my fault.
I bet you know now how it feels to regret,
to have loved and lost.
Were there things left unsaid,
And lights that need to be shed
Do you dwell, do you cry
Does it all seem vague and dry?
I bet you would kill for my kiss,
I bet you want those spaces filled
I bet I’m very hard to get over.
puzzle pieces, juvenile analysis, lots of fooling around and making sense out of it all.
Oh hello bitter past..I think I want a cliche of my own
ReplyDeleteis it me, or these words are just perfect as song lyrics?
ReplyDeleteI love this!
Sometimes a momentary absence does ignite a double your pleasure kinda reunion.
ReplyDeleteWorks 4 me.
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Wow, you have an amazing way with words. It is interesting to ask ourselves these questions. And I have wondered if I'm as hard to get over as the boys of my past were. Very thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteThank you Eva,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad this is of any help :)
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