There are warning signs of the strength you can hide.
Amongst the cloudy grey.
And you see to it that the world will fit
Into your dark, comical display.
And I won’t mind if you go about spouting
Shakespeare to me.
But in the end, the biggest fault
Will be to terrorize me.
She can smile with the biggest lips you can find. She can gaze at you softly with bedroom eyes. She can tell you that the world will be everything and nothing to you at the same time. She’s beautiful, but then she’ll reveal what she always hides.
And you’ll kick yourself for believing, that love truly exists. Amongst the shrubbery and bullshit, she’s got you in her grip. She’ll take you and love you and eat you alive. And you’ll just smile and say, “it’s going to be alright.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Those kinds of things never happen in real life.”
“If they put it in movies, then it’s possible. Dreams only come true if you actually believe it will.”
Here comes trouble in shapes and forms of shadows on walls and ceilings.
The inhale and exhale of creatures during the night.
What makes the heart irreparable?
What makes the night unforgettable?
We lie against the moonlight to fill the empty spaces on the walls.
We wriggle and jest and pretend it’s all just a mystery of life,
Solved and written and cast into stone.
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
Here comes the morning like a tiger towards its kill.
Creep up on the sun and pounce on the early bird.
What makes the heart irreparable?
What makes the night unforgettable?
We wait for something, anything to make us bleed.
We lie awake and wonder what will make us believe,
In something, anything. Something, anything.
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
We won’t ever get it right
Get it, right?
You were timid. I wasn’t shy, but you were hesitant. Our eyes met and you bit your lip. I stared back at my dinner. I tried not to blush. I wasn’t shy.
Like a backwards staring contest, we tried to see how long we could go without staring at each other. I felt your glance at me when I took a bite. I felt your smile when I wiped my mouth. I felt your yearning to be my napkin; to taste my lips.
I looked up to see you stare behind me. At the bar. You took a swig of your beer. I watched as the corner of your mouth moistened with the brew. I watched as your throat opened and let the liquid swallow. You placed the glass back down. I smiled. You didn’t see me smile.
We went back to dinner. We tried to stare at each other with no avail. After dinner, we watched as the waiters moved back and forth between the tables like a mouse in an elaborate maze. We paid the check. We said goodnight. I kissed your cheek as we pulled away from our hug. You put your hands in your pocket.
You were timid, but I wasn’t shy.
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