up& running


digital versions of past traumas left behind
the scabs she left you have already scarred your mind
an echo in the dark, a voice you have heard before,
`these cotton clad hips will be yours to touch no more`

holding my hands will never make it right
it will not be her back against yours tonight
i've fought my hardest battles behind the screen of virgin lips
i've bared most of my parts to you, yet still i cannot strip

your heart is with old lovers whose touch still linger on
i've given and i've tried, even spent these nights until dawn
a thousand glances could break a bridge built on trust
but those thousand glances, i know, are nothing more than lust

nevermind the supposed silver lining of being your families child prodigy
because i can't make it any better for you than it is for me
nevermind the supposed silver lining of living to simply be free
i can't make your rain clouds sprout rainbows, but i'm trying, believe me

i am trying.
please, believe me.