He's got these new eyes
filled up with smoke,
and the memories of the loves
he used to know.1
The hour glass glued to the table,
we ran out of time.2
Your touch bruised me,
you words confused me.
But somehow I just haven't got enough.
Tearing these words right off my tongue,
You have everything I hated to love.3
Groping the memories,
of me in your mind.
Trying to find the right angry words,
to make up for lost time.4
Your look of curiosity,
whispers so loud,
it beckons me,
so eager
to jump into your disappointing embrace.5
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this kinda has the same rhythm as "make damn sure" by taking back sunday
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Thats cause I was listening to the songgg when I was writing it. XD
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That is EXACTLY what I thought too! xDD
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lol yeah xD
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