Mar 28, 2005 20:47
walk in the middle of the street
count the yellow lines
how foolish of me to think that youd follow me here
whispering secrets and holding hands
i never told you that i loved your fingers
i dont know how i let myself fall for you
when this was fatal by design
maybe one day we'll have back what we had
ill curl up next to you
and youll feed me all the things ive been dying to hear
do you still love me?
ill wait for your answer as long as it takes
while i chew on the inside of my cheek