Nov 11, 2010 15:41
You are a curiosity of mine
Because I can't seem to work out
If you are looking to find
What it is you think I'm about.
Will there be more questions,
Uttered forth with reconciliation,
That will falter and be less than
Your silent first impressions?
I would hope that I'd tell you some story
Where I was the victorious lead
And there was nothing to bore you
Or to make you think you had been deceived.
But I would settle for honesty
And explain the true side of me
That will rarely ever be seen
Becoming forgotten with what has been.
Is that enough?
Is it ever?
Would you call my bluff?
Would you say it's now or never?
Tell me straight for I will try to do the same
And, with how I feel right now, I will take the blame
For every argument,
For every indecision,
For every moment where I've left you reeling,
For every tear we've shed,
For every wasted moment,
For every outburst of indiscriminate emotion.
I'm sure tomorrow I will say something different
And that I will say I never said these things.
I'm sure I'll act ever so strangely
And look like I'm hanging on by the barest of strings.
But I will be holding on
And I just want you
To be waiting for me
Once I've made it through.