I wrote a letter meant for starbucks girl, I never gave it to her and dont plan on it
When I get crazy emotional I think in rhyme so this is the stuff that came out when i had to slow my thoughts down and put it on paper. I'm a slow writer so half of the things i wanted to say didnt come out
*after a breakup she had she changed her facebook status to widowed, pretty much expressing that shes given up on love. Thats what she told me it meant at least.
When I get crazy emotional I think in rhyme so this is the stuff that came out when i had to slow my thoughts down and put it on paper. I'm a slow writer so half of the things i wanted to say didnt come out
It feels like ages since I felt creative these days, and
putting a pencil to the paper used to be painless
but now when i write its to expose my guts, I must
be losing my grip with sanity gradually to think that its lust.
I know what love feels like, it feels right. Its nothing estranged
but it seems like for me to write I must be in pain.
It's like "enough with the games" I cant do it each damn time
I mean I'm happy around you but why do I cry out in rhyme
Its tricky believe me i know this. I trust you and dont rush you
and to try to respect you its true I wont text you-- cause I feel like I bug you
The thing is, you probably dont need this.
Hell, I wouldnt be surprised if you didnt finish reading.
Its hard to enter a broken heart when I wont be let to pick up the pieces
Its clear I'm no genius--
And we might share very little in common
But in this ugly world can you blame me for wanting to see you so often
Its like the sky is that much bluer...
As corny as that sounds, it couldnt be truer.
And I'm constantly offering, wanting to be awfully...
But I guess I get depressed cause whats there to want in me?
... I lost count
I think I was writing a song but
every bar written is lopsided and wrong, so...
I continue this letter with half pattern but very much still in rhyme
It's how I think in my mind, late night, watching the time.
Hoping and praying, and not in expression
It's like i change my whole system but dont learn my damn lesson.
Theres nothing I can say to change your status from "widowed"*
but if i could, the only 'pane' that you'd feel would be that of your hand on your window.
Because as much as I try, I cant figure out how to stop caring, instead
I write you this letter to take a deep step into my head
with the tracks that are tread you can see with what I'm dealing
each step you take further helps me conquer more demons
And I should just end this here, because I'm afraid of my own feelings...
putting a pencil to the paper used to be painless
but now when i write its to expose my guts, I must
be losing my grip with sanity gradually to think that its lust.
I know what love feels like, it feels right. Its nothing estranged
but it seems like for me to write I must be in pain.
It's like "enough with the games" I cant do it each damn time
I mean I'm happy around you but why do I cry out in rhyme
Its tricky believe me i know this. I trust you and dont rush you
and to try to respect you its true I wont text you-- cause I feel like I bug you
The thing is, you probably dont need this.
Hell, I wouldnt be surprised if you didnt finish reading.
Its hard to enter a broken heart when I wont be let to pick up the pieces
Its clear I'm no genius--
And we might share very little in common
But in this ugly world can you blame me for wanting to see you so often
Its like the sky is that much bluer...
As corny as that sounds, it couldnt be truer.
And I'm constantly offering, wanting to be awfully...
But I guess I get depressed cause whats there to want in me?
... I lost count
I think I was writing a song but
every bar written is lopsided and wrong, so...
I continue this letter with half pattern but very much still in rhyme
It's how I think in my mind, late night, watching the time.
Hoping and praying, and not in expression
It's like i change my whole system but dont learn my damn lesson.
Theres nothing I can say to change your status from "widowed"*
but if i could, the only 'pane' that you'd feel would be that of your hand on your window.
Because as much as I try, I cant figure out how to stop caring, instead
I write you this letter to take a deep step into my head
with the tracks that are tread you can see with what I'm dealing
each step you take further helps me conquer more demons
And I should just end this here, because I'm afraid of my own feelings...
*after a breakup she had she changed her facebook status to widowed, pretty much expressing that shes given up on love. Thats what she told me it meant at least.
