Messages

You’re impressively subtle and you’ve never had a bad word to say

But I’m notoriously ignorant, always looking the other way

So it built up in you like a dam, and crack by painful crack

It swelled, spilled out like a river, and you wouldn’t take it back

 

We laughed at our awkwardness on that rooftop balcony

Looking out during your moments of doubt and questioning

I’m just a bus stop, you know? You’ve still got miles to see

But you insist that this is exactly where you want to be.

 

I’m shoving change in your hand, but you throw it on the road

Grasping for fingers that you can’t even hold

You say you love me, want me more than anything,

But you’re so much more than the messages you left on my machine.

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