You smelled of cigarettes and the whiskey you drank
but you captivate me with the way you behave.
I study your moves like its on an exam,
I can see right through that rough exterior no one can understand.

You say I don't feel,
I could say the same about you.
You're so quick to assume
when we both know its not true.

We are one in the same,
two old souls lost our way;
lost in each others gaze,
but only for the day.

I'm your quick escape
nothing more,
so I apologize sincerely
for leaving all my feelings
at the door.

My problem lied
not in me
looking for the good in everyone-

but that there was
nothing good
in you to see.

Three years of my life wasted,
two more to get over you indefinitely .

For all this time has past,
and yet the past it still haunts.
For all this time it was
your ego, your pride that I fought.

I can say now that I'm not
mad at you anymore.
I can say now that I don't
feel like a *****.
But I'll never admit that the
bruises are still sore.

A pencil is as permanent as your love was for me.
Can't find real love, I've traveled sea to sea.

But it's real beauty, if you think about it real hard-
for atleast I've known how loneliness feels from the start.

A pencil is as permanent as my time is with you,
I've never heard haunting repeated words spoken so true.

I'll hold off and wait for the boy that will stay.
I'll hold off and wait for the one who makes all my terrifying thoughts fade.