Haven't seen you in a while, or heard your voice. Whether by choice or accident it's evident
From where I'm standing, things ain't changed. Sure they're different; but still the same.
Remains of the day flash by like Polaroid pictures, which was
Why I was able to look back and put things in order, sort-of, at least what I wanted to see
We go up and down like a see-saw with no inbetween, or balance. So how can we stand level
I try not to creep or dig deep like a shovel; to stay planted and grow
But as the blossoms bloom, I'm left alone in tha room thinking...
Unable to listen to a song, watch a movie, or hear a protest without YOU beoming a part of the equation.
Is this love? I don't know' cause I call it infatuation.
Try my hardest to convince myself, "That's it!"
But I can't fool the heart or stomach that turns when I hear you unhappy or upset, that's what I get
I let you slip, fall through my grasp; now reaching for air...
I used to be able to touch your hips, thighs, & hair
To relax you the way that it relaxed me. To see;
Better, To "feel" the connection transferred by touch.
And now for lack of better words, "...Not so much!"
So, yeah this sucks, and feelings rain down on me like Ms. Scott.
Thought I was slick cause I'm a Pisces, but still got caught-up in your "net"-work of emotion
Unable to bypass the encryption, which in turn cancelled my trial subscription
To this depiction of you! Exactly who, do I think I am?
Just a man trying to make things right
Can't see you during the day, just a vision of my dreams at night and
In life. Either way it's a fantasy of what we could be, or could've been
Then again, you tried to persuade through games we played & I still wouldn't give in
Stubborn like an old man, barely pushing 30. It hurts me to be thirsty for, "...your love."
So I take sips of this bitter-sweet concoction, intoxicated, faded like my options
Cause I still listen, just see through you now, a human apparition
From the past and future? One can only pray.
I leave these things to Higher Beings, In hopes it will all make sense someday...
Remains of the day flash by like Polaroid pictures, which was
Why I was able to look back and put things in order, sort-of, at least what I wanted to see
We go up and down like a see-saw with no inbetween, or balance. So how can we stand level
I try not to creep or dig deep like a shovel; to stay planted and grow
But as the blossoms bloom, I'm left alone in tha room thinking...
Unable to listen to a song, watch a movie, or hear a protest without YOU beoming a part of the equation.
Is this love? I don't know' cause I call it infatuation.
Try my hardest to convince myself, "That's it!"
But I can't fool the heart or stomach that turns when I hear you unhappy or upset, that's what I get
I let you slip, fall through my grasp; now reaching for air...
I used to be able to touch your hips, thighs, & hair
To relax you the way that it relaxed me. To see;
Better, To "feel" the connection transferred by touch.
And now for lack of better words, "...Not so much!"
So, yeah this sucks, and feelings rain down on me like Ms. Scott.
Thought I was slick cause I'm a Pisces, but still got caught-up in your "net"-work of emotion
Unable to bypass the encryption, which in turn cancelled my trial subscription
To this depiction of you! Exactly who, do I think I am?
Just a man trying to make things right
Can't see you during the day, just a vision of my dreams at night and
In life. Either way it's a fantasy of what we could be, or could've been
Then again, you tried to persuade through games we played & I still wouldn't give in
Stubborn like an old man, barely pushing 30. It hurts me to be thirsty for, "...your love."
So I take sips of this bitter-sweet concoction, intoxicated, faded like my options
Cause I still listen, just see through you now, a human apparition
From the past and future? One can only pray.
I leave these things to Higher Beings, In hopes it will all make sense someday...
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