Mocktober Life, by Lillian Subscribe to rss feed for Lillian

Sitting under incandescent lights
During these repeating Moscow nights
Stefani sings in my ears
As I shed these silent tears

I play pretend day to day
But at night I obsess away
I think about this summer passed
I wonder why I didn't make it last

Sexual and too attainable
Somewhat innocent and unexplainable
Smoke curls away and I take another breath
It's sad to know we'd be together if I hadn't left

Could hanging heavy with my heart
Maple leaves cover this town like art
I twist my finished cigarette out
As I pull myself slowly off the ground

Gone away but so unable to forget
I'm alone completely with my first regret
I remember all the words we said
I dwell on all the times we don't get spend

Selfish and too self-assured
But so devoted and yet unsure
I trudge back to be all alone
Heartbroken because I'm not with you at home

[10.23.09 - 2:20AM]
Posted: 2009-10-27 08:37:20 UTC

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