 "You gave this way more thought then it deserved."
You say as I tell you about my fear of rejection.
I wouldn't know better then to get scared,
cause since we've met we've had this great connection.
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale,"
you say as I look up dreaming.
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say,
"What's another day?"
This stage of oblivion I find comfortable
and prior to this I never spoke.
You say you understand my absence now,
and why I never tell jokes.
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale,"
you say as I look up dreaming.
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say,
"What's another day?" when we're already getting use to gray.
"What's another day?" when inspiration grows out from this.
"What's another day?" when silence is the next best thing to this, and we're all getting used to hearing you say...
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale,"
you say as I look up dreaming.
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say,
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale,"
you say as I look up dreaming.
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say,
"What's another day?"
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