Delta40
07-10-2013, 03:29 AM
Being touched by you doesn't matter when
I'm hearing your voice in the dark where
all lies and promise can be kept under wraps
and we can both bang away,
harping on about sweet nothings
as if we were on stage.
You the bullied child in the schoolyard,
Me some substitute mother holding you to my breast
as you whimper and dribble out salty sadness.
Being touched by you doesn't matter when
it's only conversations which we have.
All the ice-cream, coffee and cake;
I'm so full in my mind
that I tremble then gush
and I start thinking this is the time
when I should come for you
to stroke your ego
but it's better that I just be myself
because your company is like my favourite blanket
and I just want to curl up in it and open up
to you like a book so you can read me
off each page
and see how much we have in common.
But how about my inner alarm bell,
my sixth sense, my actual life?
The one which tells me your world
is only big enough for you?
While I have friends, no safety net, work
and bills that need to be paid,
I get by on words, food, empty promises
and a stain remover.
I can bookmark where I've been
and change the conversation,
change the blanket.
I'm hearing your voice in the dark where
all lies and promise can be kept under wraps
and we can both bang away,
harping on about sweet nothings
as if we were on stage.
You the bullied child in the schoolyard,
Me some substitute mother holding you to my breast
as you whimper and dribble out salty sadness.
Being touched by you doesn't matter when
it's only conversations which we have.
All the ice-cream, coffee and cake;
I'm so full in my mind
that I tremble then gush
and I start thinking this is the time
when I should come for you
to stroke your ego
but it's better that I just be myself
because your company is like my favourite blanket
and I just want to curl up in it and open up
to you like a book so you can read me
off each page
and see how much we have in common.
But how about my inner alarm bell,
my sixth sense, my actual life?
The one which tells me your world
is only big enough for you?
While I have friends, no safety net, work
and bills that need to be paid,
I get by on words, food, empty promises
and a stain remover.
I can bookmark where I've been
and change the conversation,
change the blanket.