How did you ever get so awkward?
Were you born with your heart on the tip of your tongue
Or did someone force it there in some unseen undercover operation
Your eyes screamed River Styx swimming in fields of poppy petals
It smells like rainy fear and I want to hate you dear
I’ve been running in circles from you for so long
Stupidly hoping that if I pretend hard enough you’ll be around the corner
But your constructed out of tissue paper destined for the sun
I burned every bridge snipped all the ties
Time to rebuild, knot up and say goodbye
No matter what you’ll be three blocks ahead tripping over your smirk
Sailing away on a raft of pine needles and misplaced chances
I’d be lying to myself if I said I wouldn’t put out my eyes
Just too grab your hand and float away, sometimes
But I’ll stay here rooted to the spot holding forgotten dreams
Knitting an unforeseeable future out of rough starts
With a promise of a swift kick in the seat of your pants upon yesterday
“Did you know dumpsters hold more gold than all the banks in the world, you get to sift through all the treasures people couldn't bare too remember. And **** if that isn't an amazing prize”
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
How did you ever get so awkward?
Were you born with your heart on the tip of your tongue
Or did someone force it there in some unseen undercover operation
Your eyes screamed River Styx swimming in fields of poppy petals
It smells like rainy fear and I want to hate you dear
I’ve been running in circles from you for so long
Stupidly hoping that if I pretend hard enough you’ll be around the corner
But your constructed out of tissue paper destined for the sun
I burned every bridge snipped all the ties
Time to rebuild, knot up and say goodbye
No matter what you’ll be three blocks ahead tripping over your smirk
Sailing away on a raft of pine needles and misplaced chances
I’d be lying to myself if I said I wouldn’t put out my eyes
Just too grab your hand and float away, sometimes
But I’ll stay here rooted to the spot holding forgotten dreams
Knitting an unforeseeable future out of rough starts
With a promise of a swift kick in the seat of your pants upon yesterday
“Did you know dumpsters hold more gold than all the banks in the world, you get to sift through all the treasures people couldn't bare too remember. And **** if that isn't an amazing prize”
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