39. Decisions
You place me in a difficult situation,
you deliberately avoid making decisions.
and how could you think I moved on,
I had so much, much to lose,
when time had not flown
while you were truly not there,
still singing to those same songs we used to jam in on,
losing our way off maybe on different time zones,
and how could you think I moved on,
I had so much, much to lose,
when time had not flown
while you were truly not there,
still singing to those same songs we used to jam in on,
losing our way off maybe on different time zones,
for you I would ruin my sleep schedule a hundred times,
but did you ever know?
So inadvertently brutal for done being so truthful.
And I could never really move on,
write you down in my poem,
clinging to my covetous nature,
and so did I succuumed,
yet all the way, all of me being in someone else's arms,
embers of us still dawn,
how long will I be your choice that's unchosen?
being untruly there was the decision you made,
You place me in a difficult situation,
by not really being mine.
As the days kicked off, nights retired,
I kept myself up,
Sleazed and slumbered on my couch, waited,
been more of a man to me,
than the thought that you could ever be.
Doing the things you once said I can't,
or I can never be,
My aspirations were too high,
to you some unreasonable to deny,
you place me in a difficult situation,
for you can't truly be mine.
Breathe on my breath, I put on the brakes,
smothering me and you slowly,
like nothing's changed,
gates of ultraviolet melodies shifted,
but I am still stood there,
tides of time crashed on my wall,
my temple rose, and so I took off,
burnt these fences I guarded for so long,
like nothing makes sense now,
do you ever try to think of it all?
A fiery fire, it's a fickle age,
under the bridge, we're living in a gilded cage,
all of them burned,
ashes from guarded fences,
where are my roses buried now?
You and I, we live in a fickle age,
tides of time crash my wall,
my temple rise, I've had enough,
entangled in your decisions,
neither of us really happy,
nor willing to leave,
so we keep breaking,
hammering until it breaks, breaking until broken,
for the sake of what we called it love.
oh the decisions we make.
but did you ever know?
So inadvertently brutal for done being so truthful.
And I could never really move on,
write you down in my poem,
clinging to my covetous nature,
and so did I succuumed,
yet all the way, all of me being in someone else's arms,
embers of us still dawn,
how long will I be your choice that's unchosen?
being untruly there was the decision you made,
You place me in a difficult situation,
by not really being mine.
As the days kicked off, nights retired,
I kept myself up,
Sleazed and slumbered on my couch, waited,
been more of a man to me,
than the thought that you could ever be.
Doing the things you once said I can't,
or I can never be,
My aspirations were too high,
to you some unreasonable to deny,
you place me in a difficult situation,
for you can't truly be mine.
Breathe on my breath, I put on the brakes,
smothering me and you slowly,
like nothing's changed,
gates of ultraviolet melodies shifted,
but I am still stood there,
tides of time crashed on my wall,
my temple rose, and so I took off,
burnt these fences I guarded for so long,
like nothing makes sense now,
do you ever try to think of it all?
A fiery fire, it's a fickle age,
under the bridge, we're living in a gilded cage,
all of them burned,
ashes from guarded fences,
where are my roses buried now?
You and I, we live in a fickle age,
tides of time crash my wall,
my temple rise, I've had enough,
entangled in your decisions,
neither of us really happy,
nor willing to leave,
so we keep breaking,
hammering until it breaks, breaking until broken,
for the sake of what we called it love.
oh the decisions we make.