I've been quitely, silently brooding
with your name inside my mouth.
I've been late night smoking,
half-inside my room, half-out
side there sits a cold, cold night,
and my feet hang freely off the edge just as my mind takes flight.
Just like everything I choose; you
and me don't fit quite right.
Every time I lose my grip,
we sink beneath bright spotlights.
I stand on stage with both eyes closed;
if I can't see, then I won't know
what i could really lose
if I should ever choose to walk alone.
for an l.fc fan