Why is it when something familiar displays itself
On a wall I least expected to see things
Our thoughts clash back at each other
Only for me to come to the same conclusions
The past is the past, but it never bombarded me like this
Like the hive's nest I disturbed, you chase me down
When you sit and watch and say things you mean
I'm wondering if you're going to try me out
We say we can be friends and nothing more so
But I've let my words come close too often, too much
Give your courage a try and speak to me like you did
All those months ago, when we sang stories like hymns
"Trust me" means nothing like "just stay where we are"
I've asked your favour to speak to me on your own
I'm of the worthless effort you throw to the street
Sympathy is confusion now when you say what you want
Just tell me what you wanted from me
Just say that you don't like my company
Just tell me the tale I wanted to hear
Or make the move I've waited the century for
8/26/2009
Numbers on the Wall
Written by Unknown at 12:10 AM
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Oh, Simon
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