These Words Might Come Out Blurred

by Viola   Mar 15, 2008


"Call me when you get home" you said
Just as you got up to leave
And you gently put your hand on my shoulder on your way out
At that moment
I didn't know how to tell you- You are home
And the man sitting across from me on the bus
Looked at me as if he knew my pain
As you went and I stayed alone
Now these words might come out blurred
Stained from the drips falling form my eyes
Like the tap that won't close
Just tell me how, how do I let you know
I just hate to be alone, I hate these times
I hate being stuck inside my own head
Not knowing what's going on in yours
Your words just don't offer enough explanation
And I forgot how to read your eyes
In the process of convincing myself
There was something more there than what I was seeing
I grew up learning to depend on myself
I spend all my life alone
And it isn't fair, no it isn't fair
That she gets to break you that way
But I don't even get to tell you that I love the way
You let me lay my head on your shoulder
And how much comfort I get from that
I get the feeling you're only here because
You feel you need to take care of me
But I can do that myself
I'll find a way to live this on my own
I'm used to it by now
But that doesn't mean I want to
And I know you enough to know you don't want to either

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