8/8/2008

I’ll try to hold on to
the friend I knew
the times that you
stood staring straight at me
trying so hard not to see
the latent insanity
and I would always do the same
find humor in the ways
you would attempt to fix it all
when nothing was ever wrong

I remember much better what I should forget
all the times I wouldn’t let
the words escape my lips
held back the truth
and kept to telling you
whatever you wanted to hear
because it always kept you here
now I know I know I know
we can’t go
back to how things were
and that’s what makes this hurt
oh that’s what makes this hurt

I wonder in this dim lit room
when you're sitting under a pale old moon
while I wallow in my vivid dreams
if you’re having any thoughts for me
or desperately trying to dismiss
those little fleeting instances
when we were too tired to move
holding each other’s weight
beaten, broken and bruised
but we never let the other break