Monday, April 13, 2009

Afterwards

It’s harder to get up on the right side of the bed
These days foot steps in snow make me feel less alone
It’s secret I’m still hoping for some kind of X-ray vision
And I would beam into your bedroom blinds just so I knew you were alright

Acting mature is overrated I miss the days of keying cars
And spreading rumors on the bathroom stalls and locker room walls
Where we forgot we looked when we were hoping no one noticed
Praying someday we’d fit into this mess

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To fall asleep with you breathing next to me

I shut the door when you left to keep out the cold and myself
From running after you just like I saw in the movies
It’s true I have my regrets we never danced on roof tops
And I have found some fake words to say when somebody asks about our death

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To know that I did not know anything

It’s safe to say that even though we’re disregarding
I can’t help but to wonder which song you’re humming

And so I sit and pretend that I don’t mind that I don’t know you
or what your schedule might look like on any given Thursday afternoon
somebody wrote this rulebook and so we will make the effort
to be more scarce in the social situations that we might share

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To feel anything for you at all

In lines at grocery stores I’m dozing off into you arms
And I hope some days you can’t help but to doze off to me to

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