Κυριακή, 10 Μαΐου 2009

Every time we say goodbye

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.


I keep wanting to go back in the moment to say one more goodbye. I keep hearing songs I would love to play for you , I make little posts in my head about you ,my wonderful mr ex , and as soon as I get home I decide not to make them . It's not pride, I never was a proud man . It's I guess something like maturity , I know that we cannot be together the way you want to - I cannot move there you cannot move here. But I want to linger , I want to say goodbye all night long . I want to say thousands of goodbyes in your car,to open the door and then close it again for one more goodbye,one more kiss, till the sun rises and the first rays blind us. I know that if you checked this post by any chance all you would talk about would be how you hate lennox - and I know that you would say that cause you really hate not having a simple clear answer.


When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
minor,
Everytime we say goodbye

1 σχόλιο:

  1. Μισούσε τη Lennox; Αυτός δεν ήταν ένα καλός λόγος για να χωρίσετε έτσι κι αλλιώς; Χαχα!

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