Mess Of It All

by Mishka   Jun 9, 2008


I'm sitting in your car,
We at the corner turning left to wards main street
all i hear is the ticking of your turning signal through the silence of us
Neither one is breathing
and as we sit here holding our breath
my heart is dying a slow and painful death

i wanna be here for you
when no one else is
i wanna hold you take your fears away
when all hope is dead
i wanna tell you i love you
and know I'm going to hear it back
i wanna feel it in my heart
but i think it's feelings you lack

were driving up main street, your taking me back to school
we've talk now and i think i can wait
i think things will be OK
but i walk into the school and there she is... it's to late
she saw us and she's hurt, yelling at you on the phone
i tell you i love you... but nothing hits home...

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