Aug 22, 2004 13:21
youre a coward. and yeah, i understand
that sometimes you have to give up on what you love the most
but what can you do when youre forced to face your ghosts
ive got a hand to shake, but its already shaking someone else
grabbing their collar, their hair, their throat
five more minutes and ill grab my coat.
3 more miles and ill arrive at my next base
my confidence is thinning, and youre my hero of the hour
always wanting nothing more, than a warm and safe place
watching you through your windows dear,
i see youre not quite the same with him as you were with me
more gentle, slow motion, and no confrontations
more gentle, slow motion, is there more or less passion?
you were cashing our checks before i even left your bed
you found your exit long before i found my clothes
recycling recycling recycling forever? only God knows.