I wrote these lyrics a few weeks ago, and the fact that I can read over them now and not completely hate them must be a good sign.
Mistakenly,
You liked me.
From the moment that you saw me and I knew.
I knew you would, but it felt good,
To have you look at me and linger.
And that day,
The day it rained, when we just lay,
in the backseat of your parent's van,
Your hand,
Between my knees, and your eyes on me.
While I pretended to be sleeping.
The birds know you better than I do now,
When they sit up on your sill.
And the distance just keeps growing bigger,
and I'm counting down for you.
But the trees are bending over,
just for you to climb,
And I'd do anything to lift you off that ground.
Mistakenly,
He loved me.
But you loved right through my middle and well now,
there's hollow space, and god it aches,
When I think of how you care for me.
And you hands,
Your hands had held, me as I fell,
I had fainted by the taxi.
It was love,
Between the sheets, with snowing streets,
Making shadows on your curtains.
And the birds see you more than I do now,
When they sit up on your sill.
And the distance just keeps growing bigger,
but I'm counting down for you.
But the trees are bending over,
just for you to climb,
I'd do anything to lift you off that ground.
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