how could you miss something you never had?
i was under the impression that you couldn't.
you learn something new everyday.
nobody loves the almost-heroes, the second-in commands
it's glory that rises above the slighted hands
shaky voices and unsure whispers
of "how could you do this to me?"
i told you what i wasn't, and what i was sorry for
and it's all i have left
stand in the rain cause it's a familiar feeling
of being outside of your window, wishing to come in
but let's get it together, if only for a second
he has a better chance and he doesn't even know it
or maybe he does.
carve a name into a tree, next to the will [k]nots and won't do's.
scars and cars, you've heard it all before
but i'm about to bring it to your front door.
stickup [stuck on you]
Posted by yrs&mn at 6:25 PM
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