You lent me your shoulder,
And the soft plaid of your shirt was just what i needed at that moment.
I remember the way you smelled...
A mixture of Dove soap, Aqua di Gio, and cinnamon (i guess it was the gum you were chewing).
From the spot where my chin dropped into the crevace of your collarbone,
I saw over your shoulder the clock on the wall,
Saying i shouldn't be here, I should be home in bed
But what's a late night shared between friends,
Even friends like us... who've shared more than just coffee and reminiscing...
Not tonight. When the first tear falls, I'm gone.
We're not supposed to do this anymore.
You're supposed to stay locked away in the world you've imagined for yourself,
Where i doubt any of the things you rave about are even true
But i nod and politely smile, and you know that look is bullshit just like your stories,
But still, we meet here on nights like tonight and we pretend to be people we arent...
people of the past.
I thought so many years could change some things.
Not the way i've changed my hair and you've changed your job,
But i thought we would have changed the way we look at each other,
Change the way we feel...
Maybe even change our minds.
But this look isn't longing. Don't get it wrong.
This look is contempt... and sometimes pity for you
I'm nothing but angry when you walk into a room,
Even when you offer a shoulder to cry on when i need it,
The shirt soft, the words just right, but your heart is still steel,
Just the way i left it, in the passenger seat of your car, listening to some old 80's track we never figured out the name of.
I got out that night, i slammed the door, i forgot your name...
So why'd you come back? What's left for you here??
"Dance with me," you say,
Taking my memories back to my cold living room on Center Street...
Where i would beg you to dance with me in the middle of the night
And you would laugh and stomp out of the room and fail to acknowledge my existence for the rest of the night.
But then on those rare nights, when i least expected you to say yes,
There you would be,
holding out your arms, welcoming me into my own fantasy
And i would rest my chin right here, on this shoulder, and pretend things weren't as bad as they always were.
Dance with you tonight?
Pretend things aren't so bad?
I don't know...
But when have i ever been able to say no to you...
Even when i hated you, and i still sometimes do,
These are moments that keep my heart attached to you by a thread...
Your only redemption for all the tatters you left me in
And you never forgot the song...
[size=small]I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I've heard
Something has died
And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby
An don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
tonight[/size]
And its nights like tonight i open my eyes when the music ends,
And still find myself
Alone on the cold, living room floor.
And the soft plaid of your shirt was just what i needed at that moment.
I remember the way you smelled...
A mixture of Dove soap, Aqua di Gio, and cinnamon (i guess it was the gum you were chewing).
From the spot where my chin dropped into the crevace of your collarbone,
I saw over your shoulder the clock on the wall,
Saying i shouldn't be here, I should be home in bed
But what's a late night shared between friends,
Even friends like us... who've shared more than just coffee and reminiscing...
Not tonight. When the first tear falls, I'm gone.
We're not supposed to do this anymore.
You're supposed to stay locked away in the world you've imagined for yourself,
Where i doubt any of the things you rave about are even true
But i nod and politely smile, and you know that look is bullshit just like your stories,
But still, we meet here on nights like tonight and we pretend to be people we arent...
people of the past.
I thought so many years could change some things.
Not the way i've changed my hair and you've changed your job,
But i thought we would have changed the way we look at each other,
Change the way we feel...
Maybe even change our minds.
But this look isn't longing. Don't get it wrong.
This look is contempt... and sometimes pity for you
I'm nothing but angry when you walk into a room,
Even when you offer a shoulder to cry on when i need it,
The shirt soft, the words just right, but your heart is still steel,
Just the way i left it, in the passenger seat of your car, listening to some old 80's track we never figured out the name of.
I got out that night, i slammed the door, i forgot your name...
So why'd you come back? What's left for you here??
"Dance with me," you say,
Taking my memories back to my cold living room on Center Street...
Where i would beg you to dance with me in the middle of the night
And you would laugh and stomp out of the room and fail to acknowledge my existence for the rest of the night.
But then on those rare nights, when i least expected you to say yes,
There you would be,
holding out your arms, welcoming me into my own fantasy
And i would rest my chin right here, on this shoulder, and pretend things weren't as bad as they always were.
Dance with you tonight?
Pretend things aren't so bad?
I don't know...
But when have i ever been able to say no to you...
Even when i hated you, and i still sometimes do,
These are moments that keep my heart attached to you by a thread...
Your only redemption for all the tatters you left me in
And you never forgot the song...
[size=small]I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I've heard
Something has died
And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby
An don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
tonight[/size]
And its nights like tonight i open my eyes when the music ends,
And still find myself
Alone on the cold, living room floor.
