You told me that some people want to be used
that must be something a guilty conscience tells itself
I wish I could have said something to you just then but I lost my courage and sank back in to my mind to find something you’d like to hear
I think we both know that I have a soft spot for you
We also know that you’ll never give me anything but your spare time
With both these pieces of knowledge between us why do I still bother?
Even when my friends all deemed you strange and awkward
I never let there words change the ones I’d say to you
I’m writing about you now but I hope it won’t be for always
You ask me what’s on my mind when we hit a patch of silence
well if you read this I could answer that question for you...
but I wouldn’t imagine telling you the truth
maybe you were talking about me
Because time after time here I am
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
You told me that some people want to be used
that must be something a guilty conscience tells itself
I wish I could have said something to you just then but I lost my courage and sank back in to my mind to find something you’d like to hear
I think we both know that I have a soft spot for you
We also know that you’ll never give me anything but your spare time
With both these pieces of knowledge between us why do I still bother?
Even when my friends all deemed you strange and awkward
I never let there words change the ones I’d say to you
I’m writing about you now but I hope it won’t be for always
You ask me what’s on my mind when we hit a patch of silence
well if you read this I could answer that question for you...
but I wouldn’t imagine telling you the truth
maybe you were talking about me
Because time after time here I am
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