(no subject)
You’d do anything to have the excuse to leave me.
The words flow harshly with every flick of your tongue.
If those pathetic lines of yours meant any more to you, you’d likely use them less
They’d be practically silent.
You keep me off my heels; tip-toeing toward your door
I wish I had the grace of a jewelry box ballerina, after all
Every letter, every word, every lie you tell is executed with perfect formation.
Your smile could chase away the rain.
Every word seems so brash and distasteful,
Yet perfect in every conceivable way.
God knows you couldn’t muster up the courage to announce it as you’d planned-
And let the pieces fall away to the floor.
I’ll love you in every way before I can even begin to hate you
Every inch of this life seems so gray.
I’ll walk with my head down, wondering if the sun is shining-
I bet it’s blinding, boy. Oh, I bet it’s blinding.
The words flow harshly with every flick of your tongue.
If those pathetic lines of yours meant any more to you, you’d likely use them less
They’d be practically silent.
You keep me off my heels; tip-toeing toward your door
I wish I had the grace of a jewelry box ballerina, after all
Every letter, every word, every lie you tell is executed with perfect formation.
Your smile could chase away the rain.
Every word seems so brash and distasteful,
Yet perfect in every conceivable way.
God knows you couldn’t muster up the courage to announce it as you’d planned-
And let the pieces fall away to the floor.
I’ll love you in every way before I can even begin to hate you
Every inch of this life seems so gray.
I’ll walk with my head down, wondering if the sun is shining-
I bet it’s blinding, boy. Oh, I bet it’s blinding.