one, two, three times blind
the reasons keep me quiet
the reasons i dont speak
the reasons kill me harder
from the place i seem to really need.
but can't locate or integrate,
even can't create,
this flow of made-up missives i belate.
strings of caught on stutters i release too soon,
then mutter all the things i maybe should have kept from you.
In the long run
we will find
i'm better off without you
i can't live to only doubt you
maybe my lies will drown in weakness,
or feel it and "just leave this",
as it is......
your arm around me sufferin'
can make me bound to your rough an, even tougher,
kisses makes me weak.
leave me with imagination
at it's worst moments graduatin',
consideration is the law of "us",
show me your notice.
or you'll turn to face me less cause i'll be sendin'
ya all the way back to your ex,
sex wasn't best in the way we had it,
couldn't make it better so we'll look back at it,
and imagine, just thinkin' it's better than average.
probably was, so one more chance?
go get some class...
in the long run
we will find
i can't live only to doubt you
so much better of without you
you'll be feedin my lies to somebody else
(my words comin' straight outta your mouth)
and I won't hesitate to say,
"just leave this",
as it is....
� Copyright.Bob Young.2004.