(no subject)
I will not define this with a song
But I want to
I won’t waste anothers’ hard earned emotion
On what I feel for you
Even though it’s all I want to do
So that maybe, I’ll forget that I’m feeling it too…
But I promise, I will not define us with a song
Even after you’re gone
In anyway that might stain the cleverly worded bitterness
of someone else while dragging our memories along,
Dirty and carelessly traipsing on and on
All over the white carpet of your spotless mind
Or at least soon to be spotless
Hopefully…
That is after I’m gone…
Bu still something’s empty, something’s wrong
So much more than you is gone
It almost seems pointless to start identifying the empty spaces
By the things they once held for so long.
But I want to
I won’t waste anothers’ hard earned emotion
On what I feel for you
Even though it’s all I want to do
So that maybe, I’ll forget that I’m feeling it too…
But I promise, I will not define us with a song
Even after you’re gone
In anyway that might stain the cleverly worded bitterness
of someone else while dragging our memories along,
Dirty and carelessly traipsing on and on
All over the white carpet of your spotless mind
Or at least soon to be spotless
Hopefully…
That is after I’m gone…
Bu still something’s empty, something’s wrong
So much more than you is gone
It almost seems pointless to start identifying the empty spaces
By the things they once held for so long.