sit, sit, sitting,
sorrowfully laughing
at the conclusion.
sweet, sweet, sweetheart,
i played prophet,
yet was surprised when i called it right.
no, no, yes
i think i will never exist,
just your projection.
do, do, don't
feel guilty, i, the wrecking ball,
finally crashed into myself.
see, see, cease
the reassurance charade,
i just wanted you to mean "i want you".
oh, oh, okay,
i will try to keep my hands at my side,
talk to you polite.
just, just, just
don't turn away, because
if my heart never breaks,
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
i'll ride the wave.
i'll war civil,
i'll smile,
i'll hold you, dear,
i'll step aside,
i'll drop all analysis,
i'll stay away.
did, did, didn't
i fall at your feet?
did, did, didn't
i lick each of your sores?
will, will, won't
you ever tell me what was the point?
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
sit, sit, sitting,
sorrowfully laughing
at the conclusion.
sweet, sweet, sweetheart,
i played prophet,
yet was surprised when i called it right.
no, no, yes
i think i will never exist,
just your projection.
do, do, don't
feel guilty, i, the wrecking ball,
finally crashed into myself.
see, see, cease
the reassurance charade,
i just wanted you to mean "i want you".
oh, oh, okay,
i will try to keep my hands at my side,
talk to you polite.
just, just, just
don't turn away, because
if my heart never breaks,
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
what was the point anyways?
i'll ride the wave.
i'll war civil,
i'll smile,
i'll hold you, dear,
i'll step aside,
i'll drop all analysis,
i'll stay away.
did, did, didn't
i fall at your feet?
did, did, didn't
i lick each of your sores?
will, will, won't
you ever tell me what was the point?
Copyright September 8, 2010 by J. J. Hutton
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