Who's to say the way I am is not to blame on hating love?
The past week has been good to me, but a week of happiness doesn't erase a year of bliss-filled memories with someone. Reality is slowly catching back up to me, and I'm waiting for it to hit me hard. I still don't understand why any of this happened... and let me tell you, that really is the hardest part about this. I waited patiently through painful silence all for an excuse. Am I not worth the truth? After everything, can I be thrown away so easily? I guess it's not as difficult as I presumed.
I have asked a red blushed sky what to do, and its response was to grow dark and hide behind the horizon. Songs of love have turned paper thin and lost all meaning in a stagnant atmosphere. Before the notes on my guitar would play themselves and paint your face onto the pages of my lyrical life. You made me believe again, and just as my pen would hit the floor a change in your voice would kick it out of reach.
I had plans, I had notes to deliver, I had songs to sing, I had love to give, I had you. Now I am back square one, once again scared to step out into the world. This is strike two love. What will it take for you to be honest? What lesson can I take back from all of this?
Drink up beautiful,
I spiked your cup with angst and a heart attack
'Cause I've got so much trapped
It's all because of you
So I figured you might like some back
And when I see her
I'll tell her what's been on my mind all these sleepless nights.
She'll recite her excuses
Put my tail between these legs of mine like I do all the time.
I have asked a red blushed sky what to do, and its response was to grow dark and hide behind the horizon. Songs of love have turned paper thin and lost all meaning in a stagnant atmosphere. Before the notes on my guitar would play themselves and paint your face onto the pages of my lyrical life. You made me believe again, and just as my pen would hit the floor a change in your voice would kick it out of reach.
I had plans, I had notes to deliver, I had songs to sing, I had love to give, I had you. Now I am back square one, once again scared to step out into the world. This is strike two love. What will it take for you to be honest? What lesson can I take back from all of this?
Drink up beautiful,
I spiked your cup with angst and a heart attack
'Cause I've got so much trapped
It's all because of you
So I figured you might like some back
And when I see her
I'll tell her what's been on my mind all these sleepless nights.
She'll recite her excuses
Put my tail between these legs of mine like I do all the time.