curbdrop out of grace

in a manner that's vague

sometimes i speak without thinking ahead,
and then i regret what i shouldn't have said,
next feelings that i'd be better of dead,
something seriously wrong with my heart and my head.

but i know it'll happen,
over and over again,
i can't help but messin',
up things before they begin.

i don't know why i insist,
or why i persist,
to keep bringing up this,
when i'm not what you miss.


because i'm unsure of things i should say,
i wish i'd forget but it won't go away,
the importance that's there makes me so afraid,
so i say what i feel but in a manner that's vague.

but i know it'll happen,
over and over again,
i can't help but confusin',
things before they begin.

i don't know why i insist,
or why i persist,
to keep bringing up this,
when i'm not who you miss.

i know i'm not him,
and we'll never be them,
but i can't help but try,
over and over again.

i know i'm not him,
and we'll never be them,
but i can't help but try,
over and over again.

posted by fillshe @ 6:26 PM