All this time, a written word erased a thousand times
Thinking right can only change it up
The look - hips so sick and tired of trying so hard
Everyday, sidetracked and played up
You want the opposite of me
You want the opposite
We'd unwind, so slick to the sound of simple nothing
Close the blinds, increase the story line
All this way, brushed past many times, but never looking
Spend my chance on words that weren't mine
Can this happen? And would you be there if? Could we happen to end up this way?
Things that happen this way, when I'm not awake
For this once can it be? A pinch for making sure
Making sure
The lights go out and the TV's off
I'm sending happy endings