[vs. 1]
wanna hang out and
pretend like we’re still friends?
we can tell each other stories
and smile at the end
and invent our own sign language
and comb each other’s hair...
just like we used to do,
just like when you were there.
oh, um... that’s okay.
[chorus]
why is it so hard
for me to let you go?
to erase all our dreams-
the ones we used to know?
I’m trying to hold on
while the memories, they bleed...
but if I’m not what you want,
then you’re not what I need.
[vs. 2]
I was cleaning out my drawer
and it was full of you:
notes we passed at school
with pictures that you drew.
there were photographs and tapes,
flowers, friendship rings,
poems that we wrote,
and songs that we would sing.
wanna fill the drawer again?
[repeat chorus]
[ending]
but what can I do,
except sing this song
and move along where I belong,
somewhere far away from you.
it hurts so much.
it’s like you’re not even alive,
but like you’ve died
and come back as... a monster.
I...
I loved you.
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Written April 6th, 2006
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this is definitely something we've all had to deal with. This touched me... thank you for writing what I was thinking. I love you, dearest.


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