These photographs, tattered and smudged... they are all we have left
Me and the girl who used to live in the Washington St. apartment,
With the baby blue room where i tried to build a studio for a boy who didn't love me enough to tell me the truth...
With the kitchen where we stayed up long nights after the club, which is now a car dealership...
Who are we now... we are strangers who pretend not to know each other when we pass....
But who long that the other will say something to fix the past
And these photographs underneath...
Of starscapes and whistles and dreamlike trilogies where nothing ever went as planned,
But for half an hour on a sand-covered bay with the sunset in our eyes
And on a futon in Boston hanging onto old hopes...
Who are we now... strangers, who politely exchange a 15-second conversation every so often
Always hoping it could be more, but never at the right time...
Photographs of a boy who I gave the world to
And wore matching Santa hats under a charlie brown christmas tree
And fake smiles....
Harder to wear the burden of your guilt than to wear the diamond around my little finger
And who are we now....
You're still the same asshole you always were, and i'm still the same naive child i always was, but now we pretend that everything has righted itself
and you know what... it never will.
Will you come and go too?
Blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with the chiseled cheekbones and the look of pure sex in your eyes...
Keeping me up all night with thoughts i cant supress,
Making me give into anything you want, with just a subtle prodding, or that look i cant say no to
Will you leave my life with wistful memories and tattered photographs,
just like all the rest?
Come and gone too quickly to comprehend, or to make sense of...
Will i leave everything for you?
Without packing, without saying goodbye....
Without ever feeling regret or remorse for those i have forgotten?
Maybe.
I've almost accepted that anything that comes into my life
Sees the end of its path here well before i do,
And it will make it easier for both of us
When morning comes
And the dream is over
And everything is still as it was
and you
will be gone
before i've ever known you.
Me and the girl who used to live in the Washington St. apartment,
With the baby blue room where i tried to build a studio for a boy who didn't love me enough to tell me the truth...
With the kitchen where we stayed up long nights after the club, which is now a car dealership...
Who are we now... we are strangers who pretend not to know each other when we pass....
But who long that the other will say something to fix the past
And these photographs underneath...
Of starscapes and whistles and dreamlike trilogies where nothing ever went as planned,
But for half an hour on a sand-covered bay with the sunset in our eyes
And on a futon in Boston hanging onto old hopes...
Who are we now... strangers, who politely exchange a 15-second conversation every so often
Always hoping it could be more, but never at the right time...
Photographs of a boy who I gave the world to
And wore matching Santa hats under a charlie brown christmas tree
And fake smiles....
Harder to wear the burden of your guilt than to wear the diamond around my little finger
And who are we now....
You're still the same asshole you always were, and i'm still the same naive child i always was, but now we pretend that everything has righted itself
and you know what... it never will.
Will you come and go too?
Blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with the chiseled cheekbones and the look of pure sex in your eyes...
Keeping me up all night with thoughts i cant supress,
Making me give into anything you want, with just a subtle prodding, or that look i cant say no to
Will you leave my life with wistful memories and tattered photographs,
just like all the rest?
Come and gone too quickly to comprehend, or to make sense of...
Will i leave everything for you?
Without packing, without saying goodbye....
Without ever feeling regret or remorse for those i have forgotten?
Maybe.
I've almost accepted that anything that comes into my life
Sees the end of its path here well before i do,
And it will make it easier for both of us
When morning comes
And the dream is over
And everything is still as it was
and you
will be gone
before i've ever known you.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
