life is a paradox.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

and i'm still awake.

it's 2am and she calls me cause i'm still awake,
"can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
i don't love him - winter just... wasn't my season."

should i listen, should i go, should i hang up just to show?
but then i looked at the time and said,
"why don't we grab a drink at your favorite place?"

and so we walked through strangers with looks in their eyes,
like they have any right at all to criticize.
"don't worry about them, i'll bite their heads right off."

and so she talked bout' the cards that life dealt,
on the table she cried out loud,
"how can this happen to me?"

i didn't know what to say or to offer that time,
so i looked straight into her eyes,
"don't worry. i'll be here for you."

and so she smiled and gave me a hug,
as we walked right back to her hut,
"thanks for listening, my friend."

well, it's 5am and i'm still awake,
and i wonder who can i call now just to say,
"can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
how do you move on, when you've always been just there?"

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