As we drive, you stare out the window.
I focus on the road and wonder what it is you're thinking.
I focus on the road and hope that it's me.
As the sunlight dies, you rest your eyes.
I focus on the road and wonder what it is you're dreaming.
I focus on the road and hope that it's me.
But I know,
I know i don't stand a chance.
And I Know,
I know my head will get the best of me.
But I think,
I think you're the most beautiful person.
And I think,
I think I'm crazy for hoping for such nonsense.
As we walk, we talk about our past.
I focus on your words, and hope for your perfect future.
I focus on your words, and hope that i can be a part of it.
As we sit in silence.
I focus on myself, and hope these fluid thoughts won't drown my brain.
I focus on myself, and wonder why i'm not anxious when you're near.
But I know,
I know i don't stand a chance.
And I Know,
I know my head will get the best of me.
But I think,
I think you're the most beautiful person.
And I think,
I think I'm crazy for hoping for such nonsense.
I am crazy for hoping for such nonsense.
"Those who make peaceful protest impossible, make violent revolution inevitable."
Monday, October 20, 2008
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