And she called me a lover you know
In a fitful sleep she told me...
How it wasn't worth it
How I shouldn't do it
How I would regret it
But I packed up my demons and her with them and left
You know if love is like the wind unpredictable and free
Then
Hate is like a blind man with a gun to your head
Or a old lady pickpocket
Or a pastor cursing god on a Wednesday
Or her when she smiled at me that smile that didn't reach her eyes and told me the stories of her life that never happened, or how she forgot or how she remembered or how she told me she loved me and the sting of the words made me bleed more than the feel of her gold ring on my soft skin.
Oh god oh god oh god.
And she called me a dreamer you know
Long before I knew what dreams where
And
Long before I woke up.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
And she called me a lover you know
In a fitful sleep she told me...
How it wasn't worth it
How I shouldn't do it
How I would regret it
But I packed up my demons and her with them and left
You know if love is like the wind unpredictable and free
Then
Hate is like a blind man with a gun to your head
Or a old lady pickpocket
Or a pastor cursing god on a Wednesday
Or her when she smiled at me that smile that didn't reach her eyes and told me the stories of her life that never happened, or how she forgot or how she remembered or how she told me she loved me and the sting of the words made me bleed more than the feel of her gold ring on my soft skin.
Oh god oh god oh god.
And she called me a dreamer you know
Long before I knew what dreams where
And
Long before I woke up.
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