I'm dressed as drab as the sky
With the sun soaking wet
I breathe out a sigh
In a room alone
But with a second set of my eyes
He sits here and I sit there
Our eyes refuse to meet
One of us is right, you know
It's just a question of when we'll see
I'll let him hang around for now
And think what he wants to think
Because I know I'm fine
Even if he's on the brink
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
I'm dressed as drab as the sky
With the sun soaking wet
I breathe out a sigh
In a room alone
But with a second set of my eyes
He sits here and I sit there
Our eyes refuse to meet
One of us is right, you know
It's just a question of when we'll see
I'll let him hang around for now
And think what he wants to think
Because I know I'm fine
Even if he's on the brink
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