who does she think she is?
an innovative genious?
to play with your mind like that
receives your notes but never writes back
to play with your body like that
kiss you 'cause she know you won't fight back
does she have no idea at all?
making you stay up late waiting for her call
tossing and turning, kicking the covers
looking outside the window, through the shutters
hoping she will come by so you can take a glimpse
wishing she would knock on your door
praying she would come in, so you can smell her scent
and ask her, "why did you come for?"
why do you keep on forgiving her unlovingly traits
when she keeps apologizing you for the same mistakes
before her soft lips even speak it
you can read her mind that she doesn't mean it
as she holds you and cries softly on your shoulders
you know years ago it should've been over
your heart was young and wanted to give it to her
then it became a lost ship in a misty sorrow
she has consumed and occupied what was pure
she didn't want to keep it, but just wanted to borrow
you still yearn to hold her for some reason
if you let go, your heart would call it treason
the smell of her hair brings back every treasured memory
from long summer nights to toasty winter mornings
then you shut the door, shut the door
and tell yourself think no more, feel no more
close the blinds, she doesn't come by anymore
because she doesn't love you like she did before
so go through your parents bar and drink some liquor
drink until you are sober to realize you're not with her
go outside and light up a cigarette and darken your lungs
to burn the poison and convince yourself she's not the one
then go back to bed and get under the covers and weep
the memories of her will wash away with the current of your tears
and you will begin to sleep..