the blacks and the blues of the bruises you heart shows
tell me where my words hit
and the way that you crumble and fall on the asphalt
brings me comfort with it
the way that you tug on your heartstrings is pathetically endearing
it pulls me either which way
and the way that i feel when im falling to the wayside is
like the games that you play
sorry i had to see someone in need of flawless speech and action
crying in their sleep
sorry i had to be the one that makes it difficult, but
someday i will sow what i reap
the blacks and the blues of the bruises your heart shows
are magnetized and theyre pulling me close
and the way that you crumble and fall to the asphalt
is like another big dose
the way that you tug on your heartstrings is pathetically endearing
and sympathy shows itself here
and the way that i feel when im falling to the wayside
leaves me no room to steer
sorry i had to see someone in need of flawless speech and action
crying in their sleep
sorry i had to be the one that makes it difficult, but
SOMEDAY I WILL SOW WHAT I REAP