Stupid stupid stupid stupid
maybe it's the waiting, that's getting so far into me.
maybe it's that feeling i get when i see you,
walking, talking, laughing; how i look over my shoulder;
expecting something to come, but it doesn't
you don't. you're never there. maybe just once
i wanted to be like the movies. for us to be standing there,
the rain falling on our heads, our eyelashes
but we just didn't care bout that, or about antyhing
but you and me. that's all there is. and in that very moment, tehre just is nothing else.
it's that simply. but its not;
because i try to write it out, write it out but it won't show it's face. much more complicated than that, i guess.
inside my head i feel it, i know just what we would look like;
but my words just aren't enough to broadcast the way you look. in my head, under the yellow streetlight, silhouetted by the falling silver around you.
its everywhere in my head, but out here you are nothing, you are nowhere. out here, you are empty. but i am so full.
maybe it's that feeling i get when i see you,
walking, talking, laughing; how i look over my shoulder;
expecting something to come, but it doesn't
you don't. you're never there. maybe just once
i wanted to be like the movies. for us to be standing there,
the rain falling on our heads, our eyelashes
but we just didn't care bout that, or about antyhing
but you and me. that's all there is. and in that very moment, tehre just is nothing else.
it's that simply. but its not;
because i try to write it out, write it out but it won't show it's face. much more complicated than that, i guess.
inside my head i feel it, i know just what we would look like;
but my words just aren't enough to broadcast the way you look. in my head, under the yellow streetlight, silhouetted by the falling silver around you.
its everywhere in my head, but out here you are nothing, you are nowhere. out here, you are empty. but i am so full.