I do things the wrong way:
I search a haystack in a needle,
Too close for missiles
And too far for comfort.
It is too much for my own good
And not enough to win your heart,
A bit of something
With the taste of nothing.
I do things the wrong way:
A word is worth a thousand pictures,
I hope for the worst
And prepare for the best.
I am too true for my own good
And not enough to fuel your fire,
I chase my dreams
And follow them into the night.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
I do things the wrong way:
I search a haystack in a needle,
Too close for missiles
And too far for comfort.
It is too much for my own good
And not enough to win your heart,
A bit of something
With the taste of nothing.
I do things the wrong way:
A word is worth a thousand pictures,
I hope for the worst
And prepare for the best.
I am too true for my own good
And not enough to fuel your fire,
I chase my dreams
And follow them into the night.