Her face isn't like yours, but her body is so similar
I don't know what I'm doing yet this dance feels familiar
In the wrong but it feels so right
Time flying into the morning sun through the moon's night...
That feeling of "awkward" is reaking off me
Body language was what was spoken so right now I have no urge for talking
Shame found on the sidewalk in which I'm walking down
Silence surrounds me, noise I try to drown it out
At the time there was little doubt; my how it changes
Heavy blinking because I keep seeing changing faces
Hers then yours, yours then hers, I can't seem to escape this
It could be my guilt getting the best of me
Or my heart creating some terrible gut wrenching recipe.
Sideways sickness I'm feeling through my soul
How could I do something and expect for her to never know
I have to tell her though back home is the last place I wanna go
I stroll down the avenue
Thinking of every scenario that could be made and trying to prepare
The reality of it is I'm really scared
That night of passion didn't have a single shred of care in it
Her eyes mesmorizing as I stared in them
Those legs stretched throughout my mind, I can't forget them.
Choked up
As I take the key and go up ready for my fate
Feeling like I'm on death row and today is my date
To be strapped to the table and injected
I've neglected the fact that I have something wonderful when I come back
Haulted by something on my door
It's a note she left me and it reads
"I found somebody else, and I think it'd be best if you just tried to forget me
-Love"
And nothing more.
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