she got it all figured out, or so she thinks.
by Jacy Moore on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at 11:30pm
Caught a falling star and placed it in your pocket
Everything is illuminating
And, your lips are against my collarbone
My arm against yours,
Arm rested, of course
Baby, you know me so well
Baby, you know me so well
Baby, you know me so well
So you and I thought
Maybe, we will be better off this way
You've got your mind set on a fancy trip
And all I've got is this ticket to no where land
When this is over, we'll be both set for the other side
With your bright smile and lengthy arms
Almost, almost around mine
I have a gigantic grudge against your short hair
And, I don't like it much when you talk
That crude, rude, and moody way either
This is my undercover sly style
The truth is, is beyond the expected
You make the days worth fighting for
Living, breathing, and smiling
Liking each day once again,
More, more, and more
With your lips against my collarbone
Baby, you know me so well
You are a cold-hearted man but I'm not a fool
You've got me twisting my words, slurring my lines
Oh, I've made myself fall again again again
Reminding myself of you in this no where land
Slipping reality and I'm laying on my bed
Knowing none of my hallucinating thoughts are true
But baby you are here
And, your lips are against my collarbone
So this much I believe to be true
I do, I do, I do
Again with the melodramatic lines, memorized the night before. Cheap drinks and endless tokes of polluted air. Why must I persist with this unhealthy game? I know I'm losing this never ending war. A battle tampered with too many times before. I'm always losing. Always. My hundredth or so white flags are against the wall. I stare at it every night, reminding myself, “You will never win, you will never win.” Then, I sleep with a little reassurance, I might win tomorrow. Might.
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