Friday, August 5, 2011

I Ain't Met Your Texas Yet.

Every time I reach the surface a new wave swallows me.
I get so frustrated in my own mess of me.
I wish I wasn't so damn stubborn.
I wish I would cave sometimes; just give in already.
Running gets me everywhere.
All but where I wanna be.
Every second I swear it's something new.
If I could just not feel it all anymore,
Maybe then I'd make sure it didn't hurt you every time.
Selfish girls cry selfish tears,
but I don't cry.
How many more nights like this one?
When does it sink in, when does this all grow old?
Running gets me everywhere,
Don't forget, cause it'll lead me to you.

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