Dec 12, 2004 19:42
We found what we have not started to miss
Is that all that keeps you around some days?
Sitting and hoping that its not hopeless
I know, that's what leeps me coming to this
house on weekends that are bleeding to gray;
what we have found and not started to miss
Outside the window, concrete shines, sun kissed
Gleaming like our eyes reflecting the way
we sit and hope that all is not hopeless
How much can you break inside what is fixed?
The difference is inside the word "okay",
where i found what i have started to miss.
So here we are, sitting on summer
If we wait until winter steals fall away,
we'll sit 'til hope fades into hopelessness
So drink up now, as July is dismissed
Fake laughs of relief hiding our dismay
We found what we have not started to miss
sitting and hoping that its not hopeless...