It seems so long and belated
Same thing, again and again
Is it that difficult to find
Is there an answer
It makes me question myself
Am I doing something wrong
Do I come off too strong
Am I living in the past
I wait while the blood returns
To my body
Living in the past
Will do that to you
Slap my face, blood returns
I'll just sit while blood returns
It seems to me, hard to see
If I'm waiting for my ship to come in
Then maybe I'll miss it
Cause my lantern's not lit
It's like chasing a breeze
Can't grasp, can't feel
With all we meant to each other
There's not a call, not a word
I wait while the blood returns
To my body
Living in the past
Will do that to you
Slap my face, blood returns
I'll just sit while blood returns
It seems like so long ago
My shoes seem brand new
Cause I haven't run through your mind
In quite some time
It doesn't make sense
Why am I so off kilter lately
I should show some teeth
Close my eyes, reset my mind
I wait while the blood returns
To my body
Living in the past
Will do that to you
Slap my face, blood returns
I'll just sit while blood returns
It's not that there's no time
It's just that I'll only ask one more time
I can't bear to drag it out
As if there was a reason
It's all laid out on a timeline
There's ups and down
But two years now, nothing's moved
How is that
I wait while the blood returns
To my body
Living in the past
Will do that to you
Slap my face, blood returns
I'll just sit while blood returns
It doesn't make sense
That you can't offer anything better
Than what you said
We'll never look at each other the same
It doesn't have to be all bad
Let your face glow, smile awhile
Just cause I won't see you much
That's just how it has to be
I wait while the blood returns
To my body
Living in the past
Will do that to you
Slap my face, blood returns
I'll just sit while blood returns
It has to resolve somehow
What a mess we've made
Things will turn up
Just smile
You don't have to hear or see me
To know that we're okay
I just can't see you
Till I deal with the past
I slap my face
The blood returns
Leave past with past
I'll be around, dear
by: Drew
written: April 2, 2008
(#125)