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it was something like a message
on your answering machine
how I knew you stood there waiting
to see if I'd say anything
it was how you called me quickly
and my words caught in my throat
how I asked if I could come over
even though I knew I'd never show...
Okay. Okay okay. It's just that this isn't what I used to be. I'm not supposed to be the one that lies awake at night in the somber step between sleep and seeping dreams. I was not supposed to be the one that paints her eyes like a party. I was not supposed to be the one rushing toward the variables, charging head-on into the walls of your hips. Not anymore. I thought I was through. My toes shouldn't staccato, my eyes shouldn't be this blue. But here I am.
now I've had lots of bruises
but your love's my only scar...
on your answering machine
how I knew you stood there waiting
to see if I'd say anything
it was how you called me quickly
and my words caught in my throat
how I asked if I could come over
even though I knew I'd never show...
Okay. Okay okay. It's just that this isn't what I used to be. I'm not supposed to be the one that lies awake at night in the somber step between sleep and seeping dreams. I was not supposed to be the one that paints her eyes like a party. I was not supposed to be the one rushing toward the variables, charging head-on into the walls of your hips. Not anymore. I thought I was through. My toes shouldn't staccato, my eyes shouldn't be this blue. But here I am.
now I've had lots of bruises
but your love's my only scar...