Saturday, June 30, 2018

Would you?


Say we met tomorrow for the first time 
And you ask, "So, what's broken?" 
And I say, "Everything." 
And that I am running away from my self, really 
And this place is not for me, and yet I am here 
Like I usually do - turn up at the wrong place every single time 

And that I have dark places 
That I slip into every now and then 
And I can rarely put those thoughts into words
But they eat me up whole
But I never give up fighting. And probably never will
Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while? 

Say we met today for the last time 
And you ask, "What really went wrong?" 
And I say, "Nothing."
But that all I ever really wanted 
Was for us to be on the same page at the same time 
Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while?

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