Sometimes I wish that you would show up on my door step
tell me you couldn't wait any longer
explain it all to me
and tell me why you took so long
the fog will rise
the mist will clear
and all will be okay
and i as i turn to leave, you grab me by the hand
pull me close
and whisper
it's always been you
but then i remember all you've done
the way you've twisted my mind
and the way you've made me fall
the tossing, the turning
the maybe, maybe not
and i cant help but turn away
to run and slam the door
because when i imagine the late night dance
the kiss upon the cheek
it's not your face i see
your blurred
dis-configured
out of reach
i know i'm not like the rest
i don't see it in your eyes
but maybe if you had taken the chance
i could have filled the deep
but maybe your not the one
is it worth all the fuss?
some part of me says no
but i'd do anything to go back to that night
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