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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Push it under a rock for a bit [ Draft One - Subject to Mutilation]

Crowded rooms and midnight drives across town lines are where we meet.
Where you can leave me when it fades.
So did the thought cross your mind that there might be more than background noise?
I’d drop the world for you, just to be the one on the floor.
Push me aside when you’re through.
It’s not enough to make you stay,
Just enough to make you sweat.
I’m reading your lips because I don’t understand your eyes.

Don’t make me stay if you won’t keep me.
Stop making me think midnight goes past the morning.
Will you find me across the room?
I owe you the favor of breaking a couple hearts,
Yours was always my favorite to see in pieces,
But I am only finding my own.

One more drink to forget the name,
Seems easier when the room is dizzy.
Everyone and no one looks like you.
I think every set of headlights are yours,
I’m waiting for the rocks at my window to do something other than shatter.
Tell me that the only way you sleep is to pretend that you’re dying.

Don’t make me stay if you won’t keep me.
Stop making me think midnight goes past the morning.
Will you find me across the room?
I owe you the favor of breaking a couple hearts,
Yours was always my favorite to see in pieces,
But I am only finding my own.

So did the thought cross your mind,
That maybe this is more than background noise?
I’m reading your lips because I don’t understand your eyes.
You’re gone by the time the room empties.
You said: “You’ll die if you smoke.”
And I said: “You’ll die if you don’t.”

Don’t make me stay if you won’t keep me.
Stop making me think midnight goes past the morning.
Will you find me across the room?
I owe you the favor of breaking a couple hearts,
Yours was always my favorite to see in pieces,
But the only heart I’m breaking is my own.

I’m reading your lips because I don’t understand your eyes.

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