You don’t deserve to be lonely :: song of the day
“I’m nice to you,
I could make it through,
but you’re already somebody’s baby.
I could make you smile,
if you stayed a while,
but how long will you stay with me, baby?”
in the shadowy corners of my mind,
I see you there,
tangled in the flannel sheets,
your hair a mess,
peeking out at me,
a long and lazy Sunday lies open,
for the taking.
I want to slink,
into the unconscious,
let the shades melt,
Our hair braiding into each other,
the strands colliding,
a million wordless conversations,
through our eyelashes.
(I want the clock to stop,
fly out the window,
never come home)
We paint the story of where to go,
moments of vivid strokes,
circular middle going on for decades.
And you know the paint will dry,
our names becoming visible,
leaking out of the canvas,
dripping to the ground.
and all the others,
they spread out down the hallway.
I walk by,
envelop myself in them.
There are too many conclusions,
and you are already somebody’s baby,
as the singer sings.
I need the usher to come and take my hand,
show me my seat,
tell me where it is I belong now.
Play me the movie of what will happen,
over and over,
on one continuous loop.
Let me see,
beyond the credits,
Twilight :: Elliott Smith