As soon as you heard the rain, you came in like a hurricane.
and claimed I was to blame.
Then didn't even try to clean up what's left, just moved the mess from one room to the next.
We're oh so close in our hearts and souls but our minds are so distant might as well be antiscians. Even though I see you in my nightly visions, and you cross all my thoughts with capital Ts, and I dot all your eyes with kisses from butterflies. I know your disguise is comprised completely of lies like both of your faces are living 2 separate lives.
In the darkness I scream but I don't speak. In the darkness I dream but I don't sleep. All I hear is the clock
tick-tocking and it's sick mocking.
I think it is laughing at me, for being half as happy as I claim that I am. You can only place so much blame on a man before you find him laying in the sand, thinking he should stayed when he ran. So now I'm feeling dim but not quite dull. Which means my mind is sharp but something is wrong with my *soul.