IRC-Galleria

This was a battle I had already lost before it began,
now trying to figure out the cost and hold up a hand.

..And then she told me 'bout a dream she had
The same night after we met
But not that I would have to forget
The way I slept on her couch, crouched up against her
A few blocks from home, all these events were a prelude
A game of ping-pong in the kitchen
I was scared she would notice
How my eyes began twitching
When we lifted our shirts, my stomach on hers
Discovered how a dream can make
The world around disperse
Was it fact or fiction, or something in between?
A fraction of our friction, my attraction to this queen
Seemed to grow as hers faded, the blow
That I anticipated made it hard to try debate it
When you know you have to go
No songs, letters or poems will bring the past back
When it's buried in your bones
But I know, I'd give up everything I own
For just three words: Take me home

This is gonna be the last time I leave
The words haunt me when I pass by her window
Or see her walking softly 'round the corner
Did she really want me? Or was it just an easy way
To make it through the winter in a warmer bed?
I thought we struck a chord from the first moment
From the flea market to playing chess until the morning
Filling up her ash tray, wrapped in conversation
Curled up in a blanket all relaxed, and I was patient
In my actions and words, trying to play it safe
Don't attach yourself, or thirst for her
The bubble will burst, the burden of trouble is worse
To her than anything she knows
Held her wrist in my palm, insisted I'm calm
And that's the hardest part, she still lives around the block
But her heart is far, and every minute
Is 60 seconds past the limit, I just take
Comfort in the fact she was my mistake


I'm through talking to you, with better intentions.