Post by freedomislogic on May 4, 2011 19:11:50 GMT -5
Woke up, middle of the night
Time for a face check, turned on the bathroom light
Didn't like what I saw
Didn't know, though, what was wrong with me
Sighed a little,
Fogged up my reflection, drew a frowny face
And I remembered, as I lay awake that night
Past dreams, old thoughts of what love means
Am I am how I am, because I'm a man?
Is what I'm feeling a pale imitation of what's around?
Am I like the moon, reflecting, never creating
A poor shadow am I, a man who can only echo past sounds
Listened to the music ringing in my ears
Afraid of the dark without sound,
Afraid of the coffin or sea for which I am bound
Piece together letters with numbers
Form your name, with love
But that sweet sensation of recognition, doesn't last
Sigh again, toss the wooden squares in the box
Once again, start again, brooding about the past
And I try and remember what she said
That I just gotta wait it out
That someone will come in the end
Only seventeen, but I feel like I'm forty three
Sick and tired of the boredom
Sick and tired of waiting for you
So when I wrote that poem inside of your book
Slipped in your name, with a sticky note, so you know it's me
I already knew, what was true
That even if you read it
Even by some miracle you realized it was from me to you
It'd just be the same old shit
With your circular thinking
With your ignorant bliss
Another boy, another man, another notch upon your stick
So I'll be here, in case you ever need me
I'll be there, even though you don't care
I'll keep on being sad, while you pretend to be glad
And together we'll wait for that knight in shining armor
To sweep you off your feet
Cause realistically, we both agree,
It ain't ever gonna be me.
Time for a face check, turned on the bathroom light
Didn't like what I saw
Didn't know, though, what was wrong with me
Sighed a little,
Fogged up my reflection, drew a frowny face
And I remembered, as I lay awake that night
Past dreams, old thoughts of what love means
Am I am how I am, because I'm a man?
Is what I'm feeling a pale imitation of what's around?
Am I like the moon, reflecting, never creating
A poor shadow am I, a man who can only echo past sounds
Listened to the music ringing in my ears
Afraid of the dark without sound,
Afraid of the coffin or sea for which I am bound
Piece together letters with numbers
Form your name, with love
But that sweet sensation of recognition, doesn't last
Sigh again, toss the wooden squares in the box
Once again, start again, brooding about the past
And I try and remember what she said
That I just gotta wait it out
That someone will come in the end
Only seventeen, but I feel like I'm forty three
Sick and tired of the boredom
Sick and tired of waiting for you
So when I wrote that poem inside of your book
Slipped in your name, with a sticky note, so you know it's me
I already knew, what was true
That even if you read it
Even by some miracle you realized it was from me to you
It'd just be the same old shit
With your circular thinking
With your ignorant bliss
Another boy, another man, another notch upon your stick
So I'll be here, in case you ever need me
I'll be there, even though you don't care
I'll keep on being sad, while you pretend to be glad
And together we'll wait for that knight in shining armor
To sweep you off your feet
Cause realistically, we both agree,
It ain't ever gonna be me.