She sometimes reminds me of
A Taylor Swift with glitter teardrops, aged sixteen
She sometimes reminds me of
That girl you meet and never see again
Sometimes she is the one I will never meet
The blonde girl in my town
Holding my heartbeat
When she wipes the glitter from her eye
And gives a smile that will never die
I look into heart and see her love story,
incomplete.

The morning crawls
Though the sunlit stage
And slips into the dusk
The mornings slip
To ink blotched memory
Dripping though the staging's cracks

What if this is memory?
A musky string of history?
And what if stage right and if stage left were one?

I walk on the mountain high sky
And I wish all my friends goodbye
As I trek the heavens to find a soul
That will with all my flaws comply.

You keep your heart away from me, you will not share.
I tell you secrets about me, but you just don't care.
I suspect the worst - that we are going to end in tears
and crash and burn. Yet I ignore my fears.

I watched you like a hawk and learnt your trick.
You lead me on but commiting just makes you sick.
I held you close for long enough, but I can't keep up the fight.
I've moved on.
There's a girl here in town who likes to share,
and she says she's free
tonight.