I remember your skinny waist
And your skinny lips
With which you had a small smolder
For me to want to kiss.
Your skinny wrist
And skinny thighs
Made you all that much fragile
Than a porcelain doll,
Wanting to be touched.

It's been a while since I left
And you made your own life,
But it wasn't until today
That I got rid of the bitter after taste
Of what was once our love life.

You and I were the best of friends
And you told me all the things
You needed to get off your chest.
I was your pillow, I was your diary,
And for a long time I kept my silence.

But unlike a pillow or a diary
You knew the feelings I kept inside
And though you harbored them too
You could never be anything to me
As we were, as you said, "platonic."

When your world came crashing down
And your bed was no longer a comfort
For all of your tears, I came running to you,
As fast I possibly could to try and put together
The little pieces that were left of you.

I remember the first time we held hands
And everyone around us gasped and stared
Because what you and I, mostly I, had dared
To do was already a mistake, waiting to explode
A few day after, two weeks ahead.

For a long time I cursed every time
I said your name, every time I saw you there
With a smirk in your face, as if you were amused
By the pain and agony, the suffering
That was clouding my judgment in those days.

I had lost everything, traded it all for a love
That was never mine to begin with.
I gave up on some fiends, and I had made enemies
That threatened my very existence
All for a few days of dying out laughter and kisses.

What I didn't realize at the time,
Things I figured out after a few other
Failed relationships, is that I came on too strong.
I can't believe I had held on so tight
I had made me into something dark.

Everything you had known about me
Had turned black, and I didn't know
How to trust you behind my back.
I had lost my best friend, you had lost
Your diary and no longer had a pen.

I was too eager for you to be
The perfect girlfriend for me
When my heart had gone bitter
From the lack of attention
I thought I deserved for me.

It wasn't the first time,
And it wasn't the last,
But it did leave an impression
That I will never forget
And will always live in my past.

It helped shape my future
And get to know who I really was.
I hope that I was more than enough
Of a good friend for you to remember me
After you're married and give birth to another little one.

I guess I was just trying to catch up
And reminisce on the adventures
That we had as a teen aged boy and girl,
Wanting to be comforted
By each other's unconditional love.

I watched your symmetry
Lose itself in my fluidity
As if I had been dreaming
Driving, cruising, speeding
With this song on repeat and
The beat would not let me be
Myself whilst sleeping.
I sing it again
Because I still miss it,
Closing my eyes
And sinking,
Listening.

I'm in the passengers seat,
Forehead against the window.
The driver is the other me
Who's lost his sensibility,
The ability to get a grip
Of real life and its implications.
I'm in the passengers seat,
My hand on my seat belt.
The driver is the other me
Going 140 on the highway,
Without even realizing
That I am with him.
I'm in the passengers seat
Eyes close and mouth wide open.
The driver is the other me
Losing control at wheel,
Breaking the lanes's lines
And crashing into a body of water.
I'm in the passenger's seat
And I'm submerged under water
Wishing I hadn't been at the wheel.

he had the his thumb on a string,
his words chased after the sunset;

the wind carried his melody -
and had this desire,
to dance,
but i couldn't.

fall was all around him and i,
and my dreams, atop a mountain.