I copped out on the name, because I couldn't think of a good one. So readers, if you see something that makes you think of one that fits your fancy, please let me know!! :D
Juggling like you have nothing better to do
What're your tools today?
Knives? Flowers? Fire Sticks? Love?
And there was never a time when I felt you should be more serious than now
But it isn't your style
And your wink only makes it clearer
I'm on the outside looking in again
Pretending what it would feel like to hold you beside the fireplace
Wrapped in only blankets, listening to softness of your voice
But it will never be, and it's probably not as good as it would seem
And I take my chances, swallowed whole with a glass of cold water
You don't feel anything that exudes from me
Because your life now ain't it great
And I can't keep your "good things going for you" straight
But I'm sure they're piled high on your plate
And here I'm eating my pain, here I am choking on my pain
Let's recall the memories of you and I
Talking just to hear ourselves converse
Loving my laugh; loving your warm hand
And it's hard to believe it's over
But I am glad you're free
I'm glad you're happy
And maybe peace is all I'll need
You don't feel anything that exudes from me
Because your life now ain't it great
And I can't keep your "good things going for you" straight
But I'm sure they're piled high on your plate
And here I'm eating my pain, here I am choking on my pain
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