Youve been scraping back through my mind again
Like a revisit from a virus that youve grown comfortable with
Ive got all these thoughts, but dont know where to begin..
And Im tired of seeing you past like a ghost on the graveyard shift

You filled my life with sweetness and sour, like my favorite Chinese restaurant
A glimpse into everything that could complete my little hole called home
As I work through another night, in my isles you wander and haunt
Searching for something.. but always walking out the door alone

Stumbling footfalls and tripping tongues over last nights overdose
And no matter how hard I try, I cant even get close
You smile as your hand slips like fresh silk from mine
But I guess when it comes down to it Now is not the time

09/30/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this thinking about how people pass by the convience store clerks eyes everynight... and we never take the time to get to know each other... wrote it in like a minute..

Posted on 09/30/2003
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