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Baby, I know The worst mistake I ever made Was to put it in 2nd, and walk away. I didn’t fight that mountain. And still, to make it easier, Into that something good… I wish I heard that voice, Telling me I should. What good would it do? Tell me, What has happened to you? You're swearing all the time, This haystack, these needles, They’re always getting taller, But, Forgive me… I notice your smile still hasn’t faltered. Go ahead, you feel fine, but… Like some pawned-off ring, Like some choir unable to sing, Like some shoe with too many miles, Like some child without a smile, Like some worn-out version Of my favorite song, That shine in your eyes Is dead and gone. There’s no more room for me Left in those baby-blues… Tell me, What has happened to you? A well runs over, A well runs dry. A needle in a haystack, A needle in an eye. Where is security? The window, the pane, The lock, the key? The grass is ***** and weak, With nothing coming soon, No sign of something good. I’d like to make it easier- Tell me, Do you think I should? I’m helpless, yes, I wish you were helpless, too- Tell me, What has happened to you? And even if the stars aligned, I’d still be searching ‘til the end of time. Too tired, true, But what else should I do? Tell me, What has happened to you? So, one more thing, I think, Before I cut you down to size, And tell you goodbye: I’d give you everything I own, For you to just leave me alone. Forget our summer, Forget our past, And for goodness sake, And for the sake of God, Take me off this crooked line That I know you drew. Your memory, It sticks like glue… But tell me nothing- I don’t want to know What has happened to you.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
Tell Me What Has Happened to You
Baby, I know The worst mistake I ever made Was to put it in 2nd, and walk away. I didn’t fight that mountain. And still, to make it easier, Into that something good… I wish I heard that voice, Telling me I should. What good would it do? Tell me, What has happened to you? You're swearing all the time, This haystack, these needles, They’re always getting taller, But, Forgive me… I notice your smile still hasn’t faltered. Go ahead, you feel fine, but… Like some pawned-off ring, Like some choir unable to sing, Like some shoe with too many miles, Like some child without a smile, Like some worn-out version Of my favorite song, That shine in your eyes Is dead and gone. There’s no more room for me Left in those baby-blues… Tell me, What has happened to you? A well runs over, A well runs dry. A needle in a haystack, A needle in an eye. Where is security? The window, the pane, The lock, the key? The grass is ***** and weak, With nothing coming soon, No sign of something good. I’d like to make it easier- Tell me, Do you think I should? I’m helpless, yes, I wish you were helpless, too- Tell me, What has happened to you? And even if the stars aligned, I’d still be searching ‘til the end of time. Too tired, true, But what else should I do? Tell me, What has happened to you? So, one more thing, I think, Before I cut you down to size, And tell you goodbye: I’d give you everything I own, For you to just leave me alone. Forget our summer, Forget our past, And for goodness sake, And for the sake of God, Take me off this crooked line That I know you drew. Your memory, It sticks like glue… But tell me nothing- I don’t want to know What has happened to you.
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jordan-joanne-manser
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
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