I wish sometimes that I could read your mind,
pull out your thoughts and spread them on my floor,
a huge puzzle with pieces of all the same color,
make your lips speak what you're avoiding,
dig up the clay feelings you harbor,
sort them into categories.
Just to know where I stand with you.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
I wish sometimes that I could read your mind,
pull out your thoughts and spread them on my floor,
a huge puzzle with pieces of all the same color,
make your lips speak what you're avoiding,
dig up the clay feelings you harbor,
sort them into categories.
Just to know where I stand with you.