writers don't write when they're happy
and singers don't sing after their lyrics come true.
we've worked so hard to get where we are
and when we're here, when we're there
there's nothing more to call home about.
once you've figured me out, that's when
this stops being fun
you're just another boy
and i'm just another girl
so we talk circles
concentrically
all night long and i don't ever want to sleep...
not if there's a chance that you'll forget me
while i can't talk to defend myself.
friday. that's all i can say, repeatedly.
friday, friday, friday.
one stone building and a walk in the park.
friday, friday, won't you be mine?
2 Comments:
i really like this, especially the line "all night long and i don't ever want to sleep...not if there's a chance that you'll forget me while i can't talk to defend myself." i like that you wrote this and i got to read it, its things that are true and are hard to say but its nice to recognize.
Indeed, talkin' circles can be a real drag; especially when it's with someone whom you want to understand you.
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