Its her again
It's late again, she's on my mind again, on my heart again, can't stop thinking, can't start sleeping, if drinking actually DID make you forget, that's what I'd be doing. Its stupid to think someone can have this kind of hold over me, without even trying. I know in my head it won't work, I'm too old, ready to settle, she's still living it up. The distance killed us. I couldn't make her understand, it wasn't her, it was that stupid town, it sucks the life out of me, made even seeing her painful, I was anxious, twitchy, angry, frustrated and distant. I couldn't put into words the pain that town causes me. It sucks you back in, you never leave. I spent my entire teenage years planning my escape, and then the girl I loved was trying to pull me back in there.
The big question I can't seem to ask her - Did she really love me? if so, does she STILL? Doesn't seem so, the last time we talked, we were civil, but cold. I hate that. I want to tell her, but I tried to explain it before, she thought I was afraid of people, of things, that place is a black hole, its caused me nothing but pain an if i don't go there again, I think I'll be ok.
The only shining light there was her.
Time to try to sleep, time to stop counting stars in my eyes, stop living in a dream world, stop thinking in circles, circles, the way around, round round round... why does it never stop? Why can't I stop? why did we stop? Wish I had a grey guitar - and then everybody would love me.
People ask me why I'm a dick, maybe its because underneath all these smiles all these jokes, I don't really like me or this stupid unfair world very much.
She Sang to me once
The big question I can't seem to ask her - Did she really love me? if so, does she STILL? Doesn't seem so, the last time we talked, we were civil, but cold. I hate that. I want to tell her, but I tried to explain it before, she thought I was afraid of people, of things, that place is a black hole, its caused me nothing but pain an if i don't go there again, I think I'll be ok.
The only shining light there was her.
Time to try to sleep, time to stop counting stars in my eyes, stop living in a dream world, stop thinking in circles, circles, the way around, round round round... why does it never stop? Why can't I stop? why did we stop? Wish I had a grey guitar - and then everybody would love me.
People ask me why I'm a dick, maybe its because underneath all these smiles all these jokes, I don't really like me or this stupid unfair world very much.
She Sang to me once