its one of those days
when every sad love song
was written about you
oh the things i could do if i just let it go
if i let myself feel what i really want to
if i told you my words in a bright lit room
and took my cowering hands from the dark
i could reflect to you
i could project to you
how much, given time, space and oxygen
i could love you
but i suppose im in another universe
too far to fathom for a frightened boy
i suppose we dont see the same skies at night
and something like myself cant bring the daylight anymore.
i just wish
wish that i could be that something
something good enough
for a boy like you
to change your mind like you change your shirts
to make miles fade away
and replace them with my heartwires
and itll be ok
ok
itll always be ok
only when its close
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life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 25 October 2001).]
when every sad love song
was written about you
oh the things i could do if i just let it go
if i let myself feel what i really want to
if i told you my words in a bright lit room
and took my cowering hands from the dark
i could reflect to you
i could project to you
how much, given time, space and oxygen
i could love you
but i suppose im in another universe
too far to fathom for a frightened boy
i suppose we dont see the same skies at night
and something like myself cant bring the daylight anymore.
i just wish
wish that i could be that something
something good enough
for a boy like you
to change your mind like you change your shirts
to make miles fade away
and replace them with my heartwires
and itll be ok
ok
itll always be ok
only when its close
------------------
life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 25 October 2001).]
