maybe too much, maybe not enough

Jan 10, 2010 21:18

You treat me like a book on a shelf
You don't take me out that often 'cause you know that you've completed me and that's why I am here
That's the reason I stay here
How awful that must feel
I could be your dream you could have me every night
And if by morning, you'd forgotten me, well no big deal, you'd be alright
'Cause I'm the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
I never really leave your mind
Am I the love of your lifetime?
Cause there have been times I've had my doubts
We were just kids when you first kissed me on the bridge next to your parents house, and I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out
What this book has been about

Now I write when I'm away, letters that you'll never read
I said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there's just one map you'll need
You're a boomerang, you'll see
You will return to me

You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You, you will.
'Cause if you don't, then this book is all lies
If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before
Oh, and I, I just won't have a future anymore.
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