Laying beside him in the dark,
Listening to the quiet hum of the heat kicking in
Talking about our day and how much it sucked
Somehow ended up in talks of lost love and love yet to be discovered
The perfect girl for him, and the perfect guy for me...
Laughing at how ridiculous our expectations were
But both of us silently thinking that we are each other's closest match to Mr. or Miss Right
(some things are better left unsaid)
Laying next to you on this couch
Where we have watched many movies and drank many beers
Where I passed out many times
Where I cried many tears on your shoulder, and you on mine
Somehow now ending up in your arms feels not strange, but dreamy familiar
For a moment i almost close my eyes and picture my justin lying there next to me
But i stop, and enjoy it just being you.
No more pretending that his spirit can inhibit any guy i touch
(He's gone. Time to face the facts)
Feel your hands on my stomach
Gently playing with my belly button rings
Running your hands softly, slowly up and down my side
I was afraid to look at you
I could no longer hear the hum of the heater, or the ticking of your clock
All i could hear was your breathing on my neck
And suddenly, there in your 3rd floor apartment
You and i came to that moment
That moment that i thought would not come for a very long time
That moment that i avoided when you were drunk on your birthday
That moment that could change the way you and i look at each other tomorrow and the next day
That moment, right before 2 friends cross the line...
I am not ready to have this moment with you, even if you are the closest thing i will find to Mr. Right.
Mr. Wrong is still lodged in my heart, tearing me away from you words and your touch. Mr. Wrong's face is all i can see, he won't move out of the way for you to kiss me.
And like a lightning bolt through calm crystal skies, the phone rings, and it is him. Did you know? You always seem to know...
Saying not the words that remind me of my contempt for him, but instead the words that make me long for him. You did know. And you won't let me enjoy this moment. You can have a thousand of these moments, yet you deny me even one.
Tonight will i lay by his side while he tells me more lies? Will i wake up in his arms and think nothing of it? And will you be left alone tonight in your 3rd floor apartment, not listening to my dreams, but just to the same old hum of the heat kicking in, and the loud, annoying ticking of a clock? Tonight, will i think of you and this moment that we almost had, or will my thoughts be of this man who still holds my heart in his hands, but who in essence, is really just a stranger resembling someone i am still very much in love with?
Tonight I will not think of you, and as i am hurting you, he will be hurting me... the world never seems to make sense. And maybe you and i will never come close to that moment again, and it will be my fault, and maybe someday, i will regret that i never seized that moment...
But tonight, i sleep in the arms of Mr. Wrong. And pray that tomorrow, you will not hate me quite as much as i hate myself for it.
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E-girl
IM: tiggersgurl2067
"There's a part of me, that i forgot to be. Take a look and see, the light still shines in me." ~~ Milk, Inc.
[This message has been edited by E-girl (edited 10 October 2001).]
Listening to the quiet hum of the heat kicking in
Talking about our day and how much it sucked
Somehow ended up in talks of lost love and love yet to be discovered
The perfect girl for him, and the perfect guy for me...
Laughing at how ridiculous our expectations were
But both of us silently thinking that we are each other's closest match to Mr. or Miss Right
(some things are better left unsaid)
Laying next to you on this couch
Where we have watched many movies and drank many beers
Where I passed out many times
Where I cried many tears on your shoulder, and you on mine
Somehow now ending up in your arms feels not strange, but dreamy familiar
For a moment i almost close my eyes and picture my justin lying there next to me
But i stop, and enjoy it just being you.
No more pretending that his spirit can inhibit any guy i touch
(He's gone. Time to face the facts)
Feel your hands on my stomach
Gently playing with my belly button rings
Running your hands softly, slowly up and down my side
I was afraid to look at you
I could no longer hear the hum of the heater, or the ticking of your clock
All i could hear was your breathing on my neck
And suddenly, there in your 3rd floor apartment
You and i came to that moment
That moment that i thought would not come for a very long time
That moment that i avoided when you were drunk on your birthday
That moment that could change the way you and i look at each other tomorrow and the next day
That moment, right before 2 friends cross the line...
I am not ready to have this moment with you, even if you are the closest thing i will find to Mr. Right.
Mr. Wrong is still lodged in my heart, tearing me away from you words and your touch. Mr. Wrong's face is all i can see, he won't move out of the way for you to kiss me.
And like a lightning bolt through calm crystal skies, the phone rings, and it is him. Did you know? You always seem to know...
Saying not the words that remind me of my contempt for him, but instead the words that make me long for him. You did know. And you won't let me enjoy this moment. You can have a thousand of these moments, yet you deny me even one.
Tonight will i lay by his side while he tells me more lies? Will i wake up in his arms and think nothing of it? And will you be left alone tonight in your 3rd floor apartment, not listening to my dreams, but just to the same old hum of the heat kicking in, and the loud, annoying ticking of a clock? Tonight, will i think of you and this moment that we almost had, or will my thoughts be of this man who still holds my heart in his hands, but who in essence, is really just a stranger resembling someone i am still very much in love with?
Tonight I will not think of you, and as i am hurting you, he will be hurting me... the world never seems to make sense. And maybe you and i will never come close to that moment again, and it will be my fault, and maybe someday, i will regret that i never seized that moment...
But tonight, i sleep in the arms of Mr. Wrong. And pray that tomorrow, you will not hate me quite as much as i hate myself for it.
------------------
E-girl
IM: tiggersgurl2067
"There's a part of me, that i forgot to be. Take a look and see, the light still shines in me." ~~ Milk, Inc.
[This message has been edited by E-girl (edited 10 October 2001).]
