I wish I could be
Who I was when you met me
That version of myself
Lives in your head and not who you see
You're disappointed, I know
She was cool and so clever
She never dressed for the weather
Like I do, I do
My knuckles bled
I'm sorry for the stains I caused
Knocking on your door
Our dignity shed
I'm sorry for I'm fainting more
Often than not, but it's easily ignored
My knuckles, red
I'm sorry for shame I'm due for
Persisting at your door
And dignity's shred
Beginning to fall short
I don't think we'll ever be tall again
But it's easily ignored again
I just want to be your lover
I just want to be your friend
I just want to tell you another
I just want to be enough and
I just want to be your lover
I just want to be your friend
I just want to tell you another
I just want to tell you again
My knuckles bled
I'm sorry for the stains I caused
Knocking on your door
Our dignity shed
I'm sorry for I'm fainting more
Often than not, but it's easily ignored
My knuckles, red
I'm sorry for shame I'm due for
Persisting at your door
And dignity's shred
Beginning to fall short
I don't think we'll ever be tall again
But it's easily ignored again
I don't think we'll ever be tall again
But it's easily ignored
The warmth of the sun becomes a burning sensation
It's pain or it's pleasure, pick your perpetual poison
Proximity is the difference between life and demise
You picked me and regret coming near enough now that there is light
When you didn't know me, you loved me more
Often than not, but it's easily ignored
My knuckles, red
I'm sorry for shame I'm due for
Persisting at your door
And dignity's shred
Beginning to fall short
I don't think we'll ever be tall again
But it's easily ignored again
I don't think we'll ever be tall again
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
