Following my pattern. Guess i've gone 'round again. I am pulling out old memories in the dark. Listening to old conversations. Feeling exactly what i felt back then. Always, running back. Remembering that i changed our song. I don't know why i did it. 'remember baker baker', as we brought its words to real meaning. Ice ing. Didn't know we'd do it. Didn't know i'd care this long. I push those thoughts in the background, concentrate and make new ones. New focus. New love. And i love. But its so close. It fits in a tiny glass box. Together. I want to be a part of it. In circles of love and circles of pain, i listen to his words, imagine i am feeling him - and scream her name.
- curl up next to me -
The tone of that voice, it glides over every inch of my body and leaves me lying in a pool of quietness and tears. Soft whispers and moans echo through my strangely absorbant memory. Replacement love. Or new love? Or a stronger love. Is it contact? Is it underlying hopes. Is it lust for one. I lust for one. I love for one. I remember the other. I can inflict pain. I no longer want that. It will not solve it. I learned to care. I lie the other in a soft mushy cloud and caress the confused heart - i feel the world on the other side.
I am really good at forgetting - or putting up my blinders. But i have a pattern, didn't you hear? The clock keeps ticking 'till it comes 'round again, and i wallow in pathetic sticky soaring memories. So why did i change our song. Maybe it swirled into both. Maybe i shouldn't cling to yours. Maybe, it's okay. I don't want to cause more pain. I want it to end - or go forwards. I want to feel her world.
Following my pattern. Guess i've gone 'round again. I am pulling out old memories in the dark. Listening to old conversations. Feeling exactly what i felt back then. Always, running back. Remembering that i changed our song. I don't know why i did it. 'remember baker baker', as we brought its words to real meaning. Ice ing. Didn't know we'd do it. Didn't know i'd care this long. I push those thoughts in the background, concentrate and make new ones. New focus. New love. And i love. But its so close. It fits in a tiny glass box. Together. I want to be a part of it. In circles of love and circles of pain, i listen to his words, imagine i am feeling him - and scream her name. 