(no subject)

[eveninkfades]

funny how its only when im looking back over my shoulder,
that i catch a glimpse of that triangle of freckles
and its only when im looking backwards that i have to search
to find you there

for every two steps i have taken
and all this new love i thought was true-
i lose three steps looking back for you

stumble back like i stumble through words now,
we are writing the same book
different endings to the same story
with all the color i print in mine
youre so sure of black and white-
and not a single shade of gray could ever make us right

(i drive past you everyday now,
when before the road just stopped)