Woodson
We cannot work
out what has to be said. …an image
painted black in the back of my head…
It came so clear last night, you showed me that your words mean more
than actions do…I was listening to you.
Someone is listening, that someone is you. You build me up, you break me down again and I take it. If this night, if this kiss were something
real…
Second place
It’s been proven,
hundreds over since, the decision was the best that we could make. If I wasn’t clear enough before…that’s not
what I said, and I bent over backwards just to speak. if you’ve got things straight in your head then you’ve got bigger
problems than me. I’ll send you straight
to your room until you calm down, until you’ve thought through what you want to
say. This isn’t me, as much as it may
seem and if you’re still thinking…. That’s not what I said and I bent over
backwards just to speak. If you won’t
let sleeping dogs die then I’m giving up on this one.
Off the wagon
They’re my
reasons for getting over this, and it’s not much better than waking up with
your head in your hands when your arms are tired from supporting you. It’s
better in the long run, but this is the worst day of my life. I’ve giving in. This can’t be much better than dying. I’m gong back to my selfish ways. I’m giving up what I could forget. I’ve tried, came out better the first time. If this is all you see, then have a drink on
me and look whose laughing now…again.
A newfound
interest in Massachusetts
If I told you
that I was thinking of moving east, would you save a place for me? I’ll come home because it’s worse than I
expected. A place in my heart for my
home to the west where we’ll watch the same sunsets, and when I doubt…I’ll look
east and lock my heart in a brass box to newfound mass. I’m breaking off but this is my home. I’d do
anything for you, give you the world if I could. Is that what you want me to do?
These bridges and boundaries are bringing me closer to you.