Thursday, September 03, 2009

That Was You, This Is Me

Strangeness is all I feel - when I see your last name
And it follows a woman's pretty name - I do not know her
So why she seeks me now - I do not know
Time is distance - and I do not know you

Oh, what a lie - layered thick
Inside my stomach - it lurches
Your thought in me purges - all confidence and all that is left is
Guilt - for you, I trip - over you

But I keep looking behind, trying to understand
Trying to see your form and how I could have
Not seen you the entire time...
I know I have - but where have I been released? I wonder if you were pleased
In thinking we would encounter each other and
All that connects us is you - such a damned fool -
I make believe I talk to myself, but I know the words are for you
So untrue - that you cared

Well, it leaves me now like smoke clearing and
I wait for the day your incense no longer lingers
And I forget the things that annoyed me so much
And captivated me so much...
Well, I forget the lines of your face and the shapes of your eyes
And even your shoulders and arms - lower them now
But one thing left that will not escape, oh...
The haunting sound of your laugh

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