. (kiss_mybutt) wrote,

  • Music:

the writer

you wait for a silence, i wait for a word
lie next to your frame, girl unobserved
you change your position, and you're changing me
casting these shadows where they shouldn't be

we're interrupted by the heat of the sun
trying to prevent what's already begun
you're just a body; i can smell your skin
and when i feel it, you're wearing thin

but i've got a plan,
why don't you be the writer, and make me out of clay?
why don't you be the artist, and decide the words i say?
'cause i'd rather pretend i'll still be there in the end,
only it's too hard to ask.
won't you try to help me?

sat on your sofa, it's all broken springs
this isn't the place for those violin strings
i try out a smile and aim it at you,
you must have missed it. you always do.

you wait, i wait, casting shadows, interrupted

i'd rather pretend i'll still be there in the end.
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