I don’t know what to tell you
I don’t know what you want me to say
Every weekend it’s the same
Same question
Same silence
Same feelings
Same darkness
Every time it’s an elongated silence from that question
The one I can’t answer
You stand next to me, looking down from our height different holding your Heineken as you slur your words to me
Do you love me?
There it is again.
That question.
How do you tell someone you love you don’t love them the same way they love you?
Our drunken nights and endless fights are like a boomerang thrown at the end of the night
Delaying its return every time
I’m sure I don’t want you
Is all I have to say, but I’ve kissed you and held you and dribbled with your heart
I am the ***** that has used you for the lack of embracement she is most needed of
I chose the wrong person
The wrong lover
The wrong time
You’re drunk with all these lies I tell you
Enamored by the ones you barely remember
From the memories of when I used to make you coffee
“You make the best brew” he says
But what he doesn’t know is that even my demons make good coffee
Even the heartless monster inside me has sweet kisses to give out
Even the ***** that I am can make you think she loves you back.
I’m sorry, I just never told you that.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
I don’t know what to tell you
I don’t know what you want me to say
Every weekend it’s the same
Same question
Same silence
Same feelings
Same darkness
Every time it’s an elongated silence from that question
The one I can’t answer
You stand next to me, looking down from our height different holding your Heineken as you slur your words to me
Do you love me?
There it is again.
That question.
How do you tell someone you love you don’t love them the same way they love you?
Our drunken nights and endless fights are like a boomerang thrown at the end of the night
Delaying its return every time
I’m sure I don’t want you
Is all I have to say, but I’ve kissed you and held you and dribbled with your heart
I am the ***** that has used you for the lack of embracement she is most needed of
I chose the wrong person
The wrong lover
The wrong time
You’re drunk with all these lies I tell you
Enamored by the ones you barely remember
From the memories of when I used to make you coffee
“You make the best brew” he says
But what he doesn’t know is that even my demons make good coffee
Even the heartless monster inside me has sweet kisses to give out
Even the ***** that I am can make you think she loves you back.
I’m sorry, I just never told you that.
