I stood below you,
Memorizing your movements once again
Each breath you took,
And every drag you’d taken

You said that you forgot to call
And you didn’t mean to make me cry
You hung me on the edge
Said wait awhile,
It was only his way of putting her out to dry

She liked his low standards
And blinded future
She asked him if she could step inside
There was just one more song she must hear
It was for her, he wrote it in the dimmest light,
He wrote it while he was bathed in another one of his intoxications
It was the last song he’d written in a while

It was about how he didn’t need to care
When he threw his problems away
With one bottle, and one pack a day
He said he didn’t need anybody

He wrote things he would have never spoken to her
How her smile wasn’t the nicest he’d ever seen
And how she’d never be the one he’d let himself fall in love with

She knew the pain she’d go threw
And remembered what it was like to be on the floor
But she said it’s what you lay on the line
When you openly give someone your heart,

By the time he was through
He’d brought her to tears
She told them she’d cried so long
It felt as if puddles should lay at her feet


He paced around the table
Trying to sooth her with lies
Telling her that he’d never really meant a thing he’d said

And all she wanted to tell him
Was that she wasn’t falling
And all he could accomplish was a good conversation of talking in circles

 
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