sleepy jack

hibye.

Its Weird How Words Can Form With No Real Thought.

Ill draw a heart on the window and leave it on the glass,
As proof that our love was meant to last.

But sometimes I wonder looking at how opaque the sky appears
If the shine in your eyes was more then just a trick of the light,
As the fire trickles down a match to fall and burn my skin,
You're just the falling of the ash, the kiss to quick to grasp.

You're the silhouette I could never fully catch but I think
I've begun to understand, and soon i'll be in your past,
I guess you were right i've always been too sad,
But its funny how such things can be remembered,
After a night of talking, but these thoughts never erased,
They were simply sketched over and its such a shame
That the paints begun to fade away.

And you speak of past loves like they're some sort of
Rose that bloomed and died, oh it was nothing more
Then a simple case of too much or a lack of water,
Its in the past, its all in the past, never meant to last,
So when you taste his tongue in your mouth,
It really never meant a thing, cause this the end,
All the hurt and pain can be erased away by
A few simple sorrys and are you okays.

But don't you see? its hard to deal with you singing
For anyone other then me, and though it never meant a thing,
I was always a selfish boy, and when I see the lipstick on his collar,
I can't help but feel it meant more to you then nothing.

And I speak back the words you've said;
"You're the only one for me, my favorite thing,
You're the song I love the melody I sing,
Such a pretty thing, the only boy for me,
Don't you see you're my favorite?"
And I guess it hurts so bad because I thought you meant it,
But those words, how many times have they left your lips?

Ill draw a heart on my window but you won't ever know,
Because its already faded in the morning suns glow.

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I'm not blind, I believe in you.

Blain

I love it dude.

The Dave

You're writing just keeps getting better Ethan.

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