Like me in the morning
Holdin’ on to the phone
while the message’s recording
Just so I don’t feel so alone
It’s you silent and fuming
about a fight I lost last week
Late night questioning, assuming
nothing I want to say I can speak
I want more of you
but I tell you I need to be apart.
I hold you to another view
but never let you see the art.
So I’m drunk on a Sunday night
in a shroud of darkness, color hidden
Trying not to start another fight
Sometimes I wish we didn’t
But I wake up in bed
to that freckle on your lip
and rise like a doughy bread
only to fall back into love’s trip
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Like me in the morning
Holdin’ on to the phone
while the message’s recording
Just so I don’t feel so alone
It’s you silent and fuming
about a fight I lost last week
Late night questioning, assuming
nothing I want to say I can speak
I want more of you
but I tell you I need to be apart.
I hold you to another view
but never let you see the art.
So I’m drunk on a Sunday night
in a shroud of darkness, color hidden
Trying not to start another fight
Sometimes I wish we didn’t
But I wake up in bed
to that freckle on your lip
and rise like a doughy bread
only to fall back into love’s trip
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