Long, Going to be Recorded.
I know its pathetic to always be so blue
But I'm trying to match my mood
With your eyes.
And it's nothing I won't get past,
But it still hurts to grow too fast,
I get that's normal.
A thousand boys have felt this way,
Most of them in your name,
I'm too scared to let this go,
To walk away from you and be alone.
It could've all been my fault
For putting too much faith in you,
I never wanted to be a soldier when I was young,
I just wanted someone's hand to hold,
A pretty girl with eyes like yours.
You said I was your favorite song,
My words seem to sing your heart,
Just a memory.
I remember making you mixed tapes
With obscure love songs,
And writing you poems,
In a notebook with pictures
Of Elliott Smith on the cover,
Just a memory,
Things never meant to be.
It could've all been my fault
For putting too much faith in you,
I never wanted to be a soldier when I was young,
I just wanted someone's hand to hold,
A pretty girl with eyes like yours.
I remember all those nights
Our sweating bodies
Exploring left and right
We didn't know what we were doing,
Just had vague idea.
And every word I write about
How lovely the seasons are,
Will always be about,
How good it was to be in your arms.
I don't know why every love I've ever had
Never goes according to plan,
I knew we'd never last.
I don't even pretend I know,
What makes love come and go,
But I know that in your eyes,
I was once the thorn to your rose,
Holding you back from loving
Anyone you began to know,
But I wish that'd stopped you,
It's childish I know,
But I'm too in love let you go.
It could've all been my fault
For putting too much faith in you,
I never wanted to be a soldier when I was young,
I just wanted someone's hand to hold,
A pretty girl with eyes like yours,
You said I was the glow
The light in your life,
But that was just a lie,
A single thread on a love full of webs,
That never meant anything to you.
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You're so evil and I'm so good,
I'll make it up to you someday.
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