Tonight, for a moment...I slipped into your pocket. I heard your laugh. I missed the good part. I've talked myself into sanity all day. I've told myself that it ain't no big thing. I picked that phone up and down at least five times.
A warning sign. I started looking for excuses and then the bubble burst. My wall came tumbling down. Your voice. Come on in. The truth is, I miss you. I miss you so.
I was fine. My days were flying by. I do not know what happened by there were cracks. A little one here and then a little one there. You came back to haunt me and I realized you were an island and I passed you by. You were an island to discover. The sad part is I am can't be your Columbus. It is so hard to let go.
I want to tell you what state I'm in. I want to tell you in my loudest tones. But I have to hold up this warning sign. I have to remind myself. That even though I know my truth is I miss you and I miss you so...I'm tired, and I have to let you go.
There are warning signs telling me that it is not safe to crawl back into your open arms.
I can't hope it is ok anymore. You've held up the warning signs for me, in your loudest tones. Your truths say you don't miss me, you really don't miss me and you have let me go.
How a phone call can haunt me. So stupid of me to think it could just be a simple talk between two friends. It will never be.
I will always hear you. I will always see you...even when I close my eyes and try to see past you, I will see you.
I (still) SEE YOU.
My Ghost Of Every Christmas And All Holidays Past I Will Never Have, Past
Dedicated to MAB
A warning sign. I started looking for excuses and then the bubble burst. My wall came tumbling down. Your voice. Come on in. The truth is, I miss you. I miss you so.
I was fine. My days were flying by. I do not know what happened by there were cracks. A little one here and then a little one there. You came back to haunt me and I realized you were an island and I passed you by. You were an island to discover. The sad part is I am can't be your Columbus. It is so hard to let go.
I want to tell you what state I'm in. I want to tell you in my loudest tones. But I have to hold up this warning sign. I have to remind myself. That even though I know my truth is I miss you and I miss you so...I'm tired, and I have to let you go.
There are warning signs telling me that it is not safe to crawl back into your open arms.
I can't hope it is ok anymore. You've held up the warning signs for me, in your loudest tones. Your truths say you don't miss me, you really don't miss me and you have let me go.
How a phone call can haunt me. So stupid of me to think it could just be a simple talk between two friends. It will never be.
I will always hear you. I will always see you...even when I close my eyes and try to see past you, I will see you.
I (still) SEE YOU.
My Ghost Of Every Christmas And All Holidays Past I Will Never Have, Past
Dedicated to MAB
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