Brittney L
02-04-2004, 07:14 PM
Slow acoustic. Think Damien Rice
Caught myself counting blue cars
as they drove down my street
I sat in my driveway and pondered the idea
of shadowing their lives and leaving me
searched my pockets to find assurance on paper
looking to understand reasons I turn on love
and thoughts plaguing my hours seem so vague
could be just enough to make me run
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
I’m collecting memories of your smile
while images force their way into me
and I wrap my mouth around winter’s breeze
humming a slow song of my own defeat
I’ll take my boxes of words and rhymes
and prove how pretty the world can seem
take my boxes of words and rhymes
cover myself with a song to sing
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
Been doing this wrong for far too long
Been doing this wrong for far too long
Resting with the pieces you left me to cry on
I’ve been so wrong all along
You encompassed me with left over wounds
so drive your blue car past my avenue
the only part I can’t forget about this
is wanting you back and feeling confused
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
Caught myself counting blue cars
as they drove down my street...
Caught myself counting blue cars
as they drove down my street
I sat in my driveway and pondered the idea
of shadowing their lives and leaving me
searched my pockets to find assurance on paper
looking to understand reasons I turn on love
and thoughts plaguing my hours seem so vague
could be just enough to make me run
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
I’m collecting memories of your smile
while images force their way into me
and I wrap my mouth around winter’s breeze
humming a slow song of my own defeat
I’ll take my boxes of words and rhymes
and prove how pretty the world can seem
take my boxes of words and rhymes
cover myself with a song to sing
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
Been doing this wrong for far too long
Been doing this wrong for far too long
Resting with the pieces you left me to cry on
I’ve been so wrong all along
You encompassed me with left over wounds
so drive your blue car past my avenue
the only part I can’t forget about this
is wanting you back and feeling confused
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
I’ve got my journal of poetry
and a pocket dictionary
and I’m covering parchment for losing you
Caught myself counting blue cars
as they drove down my street...