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Unrequited

It’s no secret I’ve lost my head
Covering what I hoped would think for me instead
Everyone gathered to avoid the small shatter
Of my heart where I left it for dead

It’s not the first time I’ve used this tone
I’ve often mistaken my drink for the microphone
They said, “Drink, Bobby, sing, Bobby, you know the words,”
But I was never allowed even once where I’m from

No, education came delivered in envelopes
We’d all tug from one side of their endless rope
And on the other side, well, I just shut my eyes
I was the only one to let go

Let go, let go, let go, let go
Let go, I let go, I let go, I let go
Is there anything left to hold on to?

Let’s get an apartment, she said
I’ve been doing this unrequited
For so long I thought I’d carry all of your love
I gave you all I could give

So I’m done channeling all your episodes
Tired of struggling to keep hold of this endless rope
And on the other side, well it was as dark as night
I was the one and only one to fall

To fall, to fall, fall and fall,
The only one to fall, and fall, and fall
Is there anything left to hold on to?



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Ornella said...
May 23, 2012 at 6:49 pm:

"I've often mistaken my drink for the microphone"...

wow. its like alcohol is your way of speaking, thats good, cool way of putting it, really good

 
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