Danielle (It's Me)
I am free...
To do what?
The shadows on my face are like
whispers in a crowd.
I seem so faded now.
But I just want you to know,
love,
so is everyone else;
Not that 6 billion wrongs
are suddenly making one right.
I'm sitting across the street
at "their" house
only it's not their house anymore;
- It's some other sad lost fools.
Coincidence.
I'm scribbling broken words
and spilling broken thoughts
and remembering broken promises
all at the same millisecond
in the same odd way I used to....
I'm staring across a strip of asphalt
at your house and you know;
It's 10:00 and there are four people
inside those walls...
But it seems so empty to me.
To do what?
The shadows on my face are like
whispers in a crowd.
I seem so faded now.
But I just want you to know,
love,
so is everyone else;
Not that 6 billion wrongs
are suddenly making one right.
I'm sitting across the street
at "their" house
only it's not their house anymore;
- It's some other sad lost fools.
Coincidence.
I'm scribbling broken words
and spilling broken thoughts
and remembering broken promises
all at the same millisecond
in the same odd way I used to....
I'm staring across a strip of asphalt
at your house and you know;
It's 10:00 and there are four people
inside those walls...
But it seems so empty to me.
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