grinning from ear to ear i can set sail
on the half-moon, ship of
this first smile that she is indulging me with.
each time i looked into your eyes i saw something
that was stolen from me forever ago,
but now i know that when GOD set the
stage for the first meeting,
he made it rain for a reason!
fingertips crying because they havent
met skin this smooth in years.
the silence doesnt mean shes bored or
that an odd moment is upon us,
it means that we're comfortable as an
old coffee table in basement cafes.
we belong, which is more than i could ever
say for you and yours.
im happy with what im doing and
all you want to do is find the foundation,
pull the block and scream...
JENGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
you couldnt topple this life
with a fucking wrecking ball.
HA...so get over the shit and yourself,
im sick of hearing how perfect the two of you are
because deep down i know that youre
wishing like hell it was me,
youre trying to push his face into a mask
that looks like my reflection.
and you, dont crawl back to me once
i find someone because i still dont want you.
its not a matter of whether im with a girl or not,
its a matter of being stabbed in the back
with your favorite knife and not realizing
that it was even happening.
i dont like suprises.
her simple style and smiles make me
melt like gum on a sidewalk
when its 105 degrees outside.
im the waning, she the waxing,
we complete each other like
perfect replicas of each other,
meeting to form the full moon of July.