You got to me before the sun could this morning
Eyes crusted over like frost on my window
I can't see a thing but I am searching words anyway
And I've got them. My useless words are a dime a dozen
Easy to find just hard to save
If you can they add up to nothing anyways
I can flatter you but that's going nowhere
I could make you cry but then I’d cry too
So here I am, not far from where ive always been
Back to waiting on a time that will never be perfect again
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
You got to me before the sun could this morning
Eyes crusted over like frost on my window
I can't see a thing but I am searching words anyway
And I've got them. My useless words are a dime a dozen
Easy to find just hard to save
If you can they add up to nothing anyways
I can flatter you but that's going nowhere
I could make you cry but then I’d cry too
So here I am, not far from where ive always been
Back to waiting on a time that will never be perfect again