The only thing i'm somewhat good at is pushing and not pushing a shopping cart or a door open, pushing people away, important people at that. I like to push it gives me the feeling of authority or supremecy, it gives me the power i crave. I'm a control freak and need to have the upperhand in every relationship. It's not like i'm bragging, i'd like to give my great pushing ability to anyone willing but it doesn't seem to want to let up. I'm sorry mum and dad that you've raised such an analytical, cyincial daughter. I can't let anyone in, my box is caving in. These boundries are defining themselves. He was right, so right. 4am wakeup call is beckoning, thanksgiving sales don't wait for no one!
My memory is cruel
Im queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn i'd heard him say it ten thousand times
If only i had been listening
Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
I thought i thought i was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So i've learned to listen through silence
Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me i'm almost ready
When he meant let go
You and me
Always be
You and me
Always between the lines
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