Listening,

to your hearbeat somewhere off in the distance of this world,
the shallow, tear-burdened breaths of my lungs
Im wondering where i am, im wondering where your heart is...
You didnt let me know if things were okay, so how can you be upset
when i tell you Im scared of the way things have been.
And this half empty bottle's been driving all night,
Vodka's talking to me, telling me to turn up the radio,
and get the hell out of here...
But this quiet hearts ready to pull over,
Scream your name to the stars and the drunks driving by
A funny sight the sadness inside my head,
but thats the funny thing about love, yes it is.
Driven by miles, driven by fear,
of losing the love, the heart i hold dear.

09/21/2002

Posted on 09/21/2002
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