Friday, November 14, 2008

classic me, classic you

What am I supposed to do?
How am I supposed to follow what you pursue
when your moves are impossible to swallow?
I'm dancing up a string 
that's not tied to anything.
I've hit a wall.
God just let me fall.
I'm not strong enough to climb into you.

It's like clockwork
how you are.
I watch your feet,
you don't surprise me.

As the night 
wraps itself around us,
you are exactly 
who I though you would be.

Who should I pretend to be?
I paint my face with illusions and insecurities
My mind, unfortunately censored.
I should know better 
no to succumb to all those little things
that makes me smile
because the smiles always seem to fade.

It's like clock work
how you are.
I watch your feet,
you don't surprise me.

As the night 
wraps itself around us
you are exactly 
who I thought you would be.  

So where do we go for here?
The ground isn't stable enough to hold us.

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