i'd forever wonder what it would
feel like if it was right and we're both in one whole piece
when we met.
i would kill and give and steal, beg and borrow to have a taste at being loved by you
in the most ridiculous sense, to be given the most that you can give,
to have you want me in the most innocent way.
it was the one thing i never had an affliction with gambling on
and the one thing i was never given a chance with.
the very minute i saw my dull odds and hated the hard truth, it left a deep-rooted longing
as all things within reach that ill-fatedly slips.
all the ways i wanted you, the quiet afternoon crush,
violent overnight rush,
i'd lay in your lap in the park and listen to you talk about all and nothing.
i'd just laugh because all i want to do is feel the sun on my skin and exist
with you in the same frame of
a small existence.
the hard truth was a huge chunk of us would be wasted on each other too.
i just wasn't the one to get the best part of you and you mine.
hey, i still think of you when the long summer day melts
into cold, cold nights that led me on to many dreams where we
met again and we always got it wrong.
i am glad you kept me company on these lonely nights i
just wished
i could have been given a chance to try and
get you to see me the way i do you.
