There she was, in an irish pub, sipping
beers with soft tastes and smooth lips.
Our tables, further, I remember dipping
my nacho, drenched with cheese, in salsa.
I memorised everything, so I'll never forget
what she did, what I did, what broke me;
'Third time's the charm.'
I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.
The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.
It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.
She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.
And now I'm sure I never will.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
There she was, in an irish pub, sipping
beers with soft tastes and smooth lips.
Our tables, further, I remember dipping
my nacho, drenched with cheese, in salsa.
I memorised everything, so I'll never forget
what she did, what I did, what broke me;
'Third time's the charm.'
I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.
The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.
It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.
She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.
And now I'm sure I never will.
broke me like you did
