Monday, March 7, 2011

There could never be a more beautiful you.

 How do you write about feathers? The magic of dreamcatchers? The art of dreaming? How do you write about nightmares that haunt you? Ghosts from your past? Clouds in the sky? The swirls of smoke from a cigarette? The blood that rushes thought you? Your heart beating? I want to tell you about my demons. The thoughts that lurk in the back of my mind. The things I see in the shadows. My innermost wishes. My vices, my faults. Everything that makes me who I am.


  

There could never be a more beautiful you.
Don't buy the lies disguises and hoops they make you jump through.
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do.
So there could never be a more beautiful you.


What do I do with all I need to say
So much I wanna tell you everyday
Oh it breaks my heart,
I cry these tears in the dark
I write these letters to you,
But they get lost in the blue,
'Cause there's no address in the stars.



I can see from across the room
There's a tear in your storied eye
I was leaving but I'm coming back
Since your heart's in beat with mine
That Mark didn't do you right
When he left in your best friend's ride
With the face of angel, girl
You deserve to be treated more than right
.



I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger
.



So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time.



Why'd you call me today with nothing new to say?
You pretend it's just hello, 

but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone. 
Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me? Are you tryin' to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
When we hang up it's almost like I'm losing you again.
Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?




Why can't they understand the way we feel?
They just don't trust what they can't explain.
I know we're different but, deep inside us,
We're not that different at all.



And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though their slurred
Dialed her number and confess to her
I'm still in love but all i heard was nothing.
 

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