If I could turn back the clock,
I'd be standing still with you in the middle of the street.
With your lips crushed so desperately against mine,
and the feeling tasting of everything bittersweet.
If I could turn back the clock,
I wouldn't have argued about going home.
I'd still be caught up in between bedsheets with you,
with your arms around me, making me feel whole.
If I could turn back the clock,
I wouldn't have let you ever let me go.
I'd forget about the world that existed around us,
as you continue to hold me, to keep me close.
If I could turn back the clock,
I wouldn't have stepped out of that door July 9th.
I'd be waking up in your
There are days where I feel filled up to the brim,
my emotions and thoughts spilling over,
pouring out and soaking me through and through.
And when I'm suddenly drowning within
there isn't anyone there to help me clean up the mess.
I'm forever stuck filling myself back up again.
And watching as I continue to let myself
cascade in rivers of pointlessness.
Wrap yourself around my heart,
and pull the string into a knot.
Tie your pain until it's tight,
and force me to love what I don't want.
You invade all of my senses,
and then cut off all of my limbs.
I have no will to push you away,
and this feeling is almost crushing.
Because you want what you can't have,
and hate to hold it when you do.
And even though you hurt me to feel okay,
for some reason I still want to be with you.
It's the way I notice your heart tonight,
its beat so loudly dancing inside your chest.
My fingers are intertwined with yours,
and your shoulder is where my head rests.
And it's like learning how to breathe again,
when I dance with you in endless circles.
I've missed your arms wrapped around my waist,
and that feeling in my stomach, that familiar pull.
You don't realize how much I've wanted this,
another moment to be just as close.
And even though it was just for that one song,
I'll never forget that how it all felt so wonderful.
I still stand on my front porch,
waiting for some Romeo to descend.
But, if only I could realize that I wasn't meant to be a fairytale,
the sooner I'd know that the lovers die in the end.
Right now there's a song in my head and
Every little word reminds me of you. It's
Playing over and over and over again,
Even when I try to sing a new tune. But, it
Always seems to go right back,
To that track of just us two.
You once fed me happiness,
that sweet spoonful of delight.
That healed my knot of hate,
and fixed what was broken inside.
You took away my bad dreams,
and weaved me a web of good days.
All those moments you tempted my smile,
had never ever gone to waste.
But, something inside your eyes dimmed,
you suddenly lost that gentle spark.
And your love turned to an angry hate,
your words slowly tore us apart.
And now I walk this course of sorrow,
my chest holds a fresh grave.
My feelings are buried six feet under,
and it's all because you had to change.
I've come to hate gray skies,
and days where all it does is rain.
Oh blue blanket where are you hiding?
I miss the warmth that took away my pain.
I don't want dark mornings,
and foggy afternoons that make me shiver.
Your words and our memories live in them,
and I hate how your everything tends to linger.
My heart is numb and my feelings cold,
you broke my smile with your thunder.
The sound of your goodbye was ever so crushing,
that I've come to distrust any stormy weather.
Quick before I fall apart,
Undo my stitches and fix my heart. So, that
I can free myself from its annoying ticking and
Eventually find quiet amongst my own thoughts
That are always too loud.
Sometimes I would just like to
Lay down and shut myself off from
Everything, so that my own
Eyes will close indefinitely, and I won't have to
Pretend that they already knew how to sleep.