catch in the dark

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well she calls me up when she's broken,
says to leave my front door open,
i come home to find her smoking,
with her eyes all fragile and thin,
she's always been hopeless at hoping,
always coped badly with coping,
and i never know when she's joking,
she never let's anyone in,

i know i'm a fool to let her run away with my heart,
and she'll never tire of these games,
loving her is like playing catch in the dark,
i'm a tear drop in an ocean of flames.

"catch in the dark" 

- passenger 

sad writing for sad days.Opowieści tętniące życiem. Odkryj je teraz