your bitter goodbye is
ringing through this quiet night
this idle hour just wont pass
ive never missed you this much
never thought i would
didnt think youd feel so far away

your summer perfume is still
blowing through this hallway
autumns amber red shadows dance
i miss our midnight rides
on highway 18...
18 is gone

so go past the lights
and all the excuses
you could have left "sincerely yours"
dont you think its obvious
that i want to say more?
cause anything too daring to say to you
will be said in this letter
then burned away
so you never realize im here

im thinking of your vague reply
so i can understand
why we put this at rest
why we forget to
say that we were leaving
say that we were sorry
the past remains unspoken
as this vacant night is dying

but i still miss your summer perfume
this cold air brings such a distance to us
such a painful distance
and im still waiting for you to say
you hate me now
so i dont have to
hold on to this burning heart
this burning heart is getting old
getting old...

and while sitting on this cold kitchen floor
head down to hide the tears
ive realized
ive finally realized
that you were never meant for me

This entry was posted by Victor, on Monday, January 14, 2008. You can leave your response.