all the boys and my sprite

Dec 05, 2004 20:40

shame on me
shame shame shame
i need to stop with the drunk dialing
i need to stop
getting ahead of myself
getting myself in over my head
getting myself in trouble
losing my self
misplacing my heart
and i know you are sick of me doing this
but...
i don't know why i always do
i guess it's my falling M.O.

and i wish you were here
and i wish you weren't there so i could actually call you
i woke up this morning
thinking of you
i dreamt of you
and i just want to know...
what you thought...
when you read...
what i wrote...

and i'm infected
and i'm infectuos
and i think it's you
and i wish it was me

i hate it when you say
you miss me
becuase you aren't allowed
you aren't meant to
i was told that i was just something
to kill the time
and that you would never
never
speak with me again
it's what she told me
so forgive me...
for not reacting when you say
you miss me
because honestly
you aren't honest

i know why you worry about me
you know i am pieces
you know how i fall
so this time when i break
put me in an envelope
with a stamp to peru
send me off
to be with llamas
and lost in ruins

i want to marry you
i want to lay on a floor with you
staring at the ceiling
just to get a new perspective
i want feel your lips
on my wrists
over the scars

i want your sentence to run over me
do you know
i keep you
in my pocket

and i won't make any assumptions
of how you feel
until you are here
and i see for myself
for now...
your words and promises are borrowed
let's fall
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