Tuesday, November 17, 2009

spilt screen sadness.

by the time I recognize this moment
this moment will be gone
but I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

now we're back at the homestead
where the air makes you choke
and people don't know you
and trust is a joke
we don't even have pictures
just memories to hold
that grow sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old

back to you
it always comes around
back to you
i tried to forget you
i tried to stay away
but it's too late

over you
i'm never over
over you
something about you
it's just the way you move
the way you move me

i'm so good at forgetting
and I quit every game I've played
but forgive me love
i can't turn and walk away.

cheers! (:

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