Speak to me.
Speak to me those sad insidious words
You use so well.
A perfected phrase of happy sorrow,
Words that flow over our heads
And down with our drinks.
Words that haunt only me.
So just go ahead and pretend,
Pretend I’m him…
The mean of your dreams,
The man you loved before
Everything went wrong.
Speak
And let your body speak the words
You can never say.
Because lets face it love,
I’m not much…
But I’m better than being alone.
So speak to me
Speak to me the cool peppermint words of hope
The heavy words of sorrow
And your empty words of love
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