Deadbolt23
01/06/10, 03:13 PM
I've overslept each Sunday since you left.
I'm writing pages and pages until it's done to death.
Until I can finally explain it all.
The reason that I think of you.
The reason I'm still missing you.
The reason I can't look at you anymore.
Because your love was as fleeting as the feeling of something new
And the beat I'm still beating as though we're just meeting should be getting hard to do.
It makes me wonder why it isn't.
I've forgotten you enough times to know I'm not getting away.
And often, it seems like maybe I'd know what to say.
Why don't I give myself the chance?
Because you don't want me
Because I can't be him
Because I'll never be the grandfather of your grandkids
I'll never get to hold your hand.
Because your love was as fleeting as the feeling of something new
And the beat I'm still beating as though we're just meeting should be getting hard to do.
It makes me wonder why it isn't.
I'm writing pages and pages until it's done to death.
Until I can finally explain it all.
The reason that I think of you.
The reason I'm still missing you.
The reason I can't look at you anymore.
Because your love was as fleeting as the feeling of something new
And the beat I'm still beating as though we're just meeting should be getting hard to do.
It makes me wonder why it isn't.
I've forgotten you enough times to know I'm not getting away.
And often, it seems like maybe I'd know what to say.
Why don't I give myself the chance?
Because you don't want me
Because I can't be him
Because I'll never be the grandfather of your grandkids
I'll never get to hold your hand.
Because your love was as fleeting as the feeling of something new
And the beat I'm still beating as though we're just meeting should be getting hard to do.
It makes me wonder why it isn't.