Every word he said was meant,
Every promise he made he kept.
And apparently you didnt get the hint,
All escaped you while you slept.
Everyday he was at a loss of words.
Uncapable of being able to say,
I want to fly free with the birds
And To mold our love out of clay.
All was at a loss,
Nothing more to look forword for.
Everything covered in moss,
Tattered and washed up to shore.
He couldnt say what he meant,
Couldnt give what he wanted to get.
Forgotten about like pocket lint,
He has no fish in his net.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC
Every word he said was meant,
Every promise he made he kept.
And apparently you didnt get the hint,
All escaped you while you slept.
Everyday he was at a loss of words.
Uncapable of being able to say,
I want to fly free with the birds
And To mold our love out of clay.
All was at a loss,
Nothing more to look forword for.
Everything covered in moss,
Tattered and washed up to shore.
He couldnt say what he meant,
Couldnt give what he wanted to get.
Forgotten about like pocket lint,
He has no fish in his net.
Cohdee