Not again...

[lyricalcyanide]

Damien Rice always knows how I feel. Always. This is what's going through my mind after this past weekend:

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
still a little hard to say what's going on.

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness,
still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed,
you step a little closer each day
still I can't say what's going on.

Stones taught me to fly,
love taught me to lie,
life taught me to die,
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball.

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
still a little bit of your words I long to hear
you step a little closer to me,
so close that I can't see what's going on.

Stones taught me to fly,
love, it taught me to lie,
life taught me to die,
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon...

Stones taught me to fly,
love taught me to cry,
so come on courage,
teach me to be shy...
'cause it's not hard to fall,
and I don't wanna scare her,
it's not hard to fall,
and I don't wanna lose...
It's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know.

[Replace 'her' with 'him' and that's my life in a nutshell right now.]