Seven times he called your name, then ten more and the sky shut it self off.
In the darkness we wondered:
Will that be enough? Will that be enough?




Now our brains are too big for our heads. They're expanding.
You can order your life through meticulous planning,
but it's a crapshoot when things unexpectedly start to move faster.
And you try to avert a disaster.
But you can't always get what you're after.
I know you know this.




Yeah, everyone feels alone.
Maybe more, maybe less, maybe this year or next or when they grow old.
But what a bogus affliction!
It's the human condition. We all want affection
and the sound of another heartbeat.



if this doesn't work out and things just don't pan out,
 if I can't make you love me then oh well -
at least I'll have been a good man.
 But you've gone to a place I can't follow,
 where the air is so dry I can't swallow.



Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret.
The trouble began, it would never end.
Oh, but her breath escapes her.
Oh, but the pulse remains.




Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again.
I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony,
Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met.
So tongue and cheek with stale irony.
 if it pleases you, it pleases me.



But it's a guilty pleasure
Deciding whether you were ever mine or not
But it's just apparent that you weren't ever mine to start.



I take it back.
Take back every single word I wrote about you.
I take it back.
Take back every single time I stuck my neck out
And let my guard down time I could have spent on anything other than you.





Let me show you love
The way it’s supposed to be.





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