Sunday 17 June 2007

but it's better if you don't

you're stood windows away from me. i can see you, but i can't touch you.
or is it you that can't touch me?
i'm confused. i lost my place in the fairytale, and now it doesn't make sense.
the music sounds better through other people's headphones.
mine send the words buzzing through my skull.
stinging with the words they're singing.

you're fire. i'm ice.
elephants and mice.
it started as a romance. and then i woke up.
"all this hate is gonna burn you up"

i realised today, that i'm never going to be anything comparable to her.
she's everything you ever wanted, isn't she?
or maybe i'm just everything you never wanted.
i confess, we passed our lives up so we wouldn't have to fuck them up.

her eyes are torches into her soul.
spark up. lookallover.

oh baby, you took too long to risk it.
and you missed it.