9/7/2007

I never thought I’d say this
but I’m miss the way you always said
I was in the back of your head
but never the forefront of your life
yeah I miss it because I lived it
for so fucking long
and no matter how far I ran
I could always call you home
even if it wasn’t love
kiss and touch and fucking fuck
even if it wasn’t something
in a fairytale kind of world
I was still a lonely boy
and you were still a lonely girl
we were depressed and subdued together
held off on getting close
held our tongues
pulled breath through the nose
trying to hide the heat
no lips to touch
we held off so much
and I miss it
cause it didn’t hurt too bad
it wasn’t a fucking heart break
just a school boy feeling sad.
--
everything is a summer fling
that must be why they call if fall
the love gets brown and wrinkled
gets trampled out in the streets
raked up with the leaves
and you and me
we’re frozen by first snow

spring will bring something
maybe it’ll be new
maybe it’ll be borrowed
or maybe we’ll stay blue
we can’t have something old
not since winter grew so cold
frostbite took hold off my life
and broke it away from you

I’d rather be cold
than heated and alone
I’d rather be frozen
than in this fucking oven
waiting for the timer to ding
for you to stick a thermometer in
to check see if I’m ready
but remember you don’t want me