Five seconds ago we were dancing; miss a step and fall a mile. Next time I won’t rely on feeling, I’ll learn the steps like I should have. You gave it away at night, the way you lay I should have known. And the saddest part is that I won’t even try to hate you, because I’ve seen the way you work, I know there’s more than meets the eye.
Even as the glass holding the memories hits the floor, even walking out my bedroom door. Even while you call me baby and the gate clangs closed, even while your headlights disappear up the road…even while my imagination dose the rest. Even then in my head you’ll stay at your best.
And now I’m going to make my last effort, and you’re going to do your best to ignore it. I wish you’d been unfaithful, I really do. Maybe then I could hate you for breaking me in two. I don’t think you’re as fine as you seem, and you seem just fine; but how am I to know? You hid inside yourself for all this time, I could be wrong again. I’ll carry this under my smile; it’ll live inside my laugh. And if my deductions were incorrectly deduced, congratulations; I’ll turn out just like you.
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