i'm only here with you cause it seemed like the right thing to do. i wouldn't change it even if you would have asked me to.
there's a thousand things i wish to tell you
but know that i never will
i couldn't bear that look
the look that shocks a thousand souls from dying to living and back to death.
it's those words i choose to utter
that make it so unbearable
that something i could do would provoke such an unnatural change in you
but wait, could it be you too?
having these feelings
hoping that i never have to hear whispers that shouted sorrow in a future tale of yesteryear
so maybe if i broke the clue
that let on i'm over you
you'd simply smile and say
"oh yeah, me too."
our love/dislike relationship makes me wonder what it's really like to be there, ensnared by emotion twenty four hours a day. our final contact is twenty four hours away and your breath lingers on my tongue. are you the one who silently head hung, misread sung lyrics because you didn't take the time to hear it? let's clear it up a year ago please because the escape i find in you puts my soul at ease. i used to think you were a tease but something that happened last nights and the day before got me high into flight despite the aura that surrounds my chesterfeild girl. something about your forgiving glances enhances this world, enchants and unfurls. my manson uncurls. this one is written with a blue pen for variety, but the words are the same: you are to blame for my loss of sovreignty sane but fluttering, insane and cluttering, i'm game but i'm shuttering. i know it's not lame but i'm studdering.
i'm only here with you cause it seemed like the right thing to do. i wouldn't change it even if you would have asked me to.
coming back, my racked mind: tired, inspired like i haven't been for a long, long time. what did you do to me? what is this new view i see? have i been lying to me? make room for the old and in with the new. i'll do anything for you. anything you want me to. except to lie (i'm going to try not to lie this time). i leave the pedastal lonely, content to be the only one that you allowed on it. and as i burn my easter bonnet and take off my birthday hat, old italian newspapers, because i've been there and done that. and while i'll never forget the chat we had, in retrospect it wasn't that bad that we didn't hook up earlier. this bond that we've created, although belated, has ventillated my love life and twisted it around so that i love life. and that's all that seems to matter right now.
was it be a lie if i take back what i said, if i take everything back, including what i said before and tell you who i adore.
i'm only here with you cause it seemed like the right thing to do. i wouldn't change it even if you would have asked me to.
