Jayson Howard

If our paths haven't crossed by now,
I'm sure they will soon.
I mean, you're all dressed up,
and sitting across the room.
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Come on, let’s take a stroll,
its been a while and you owe me one.
We talk about the past, and we share some laughs,
Talking about future plans, and where it all ends.
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She’s an endless parade.
She’s an escapade.
She works for days,
sleeping on minimum wage.
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Hey you.
You sure look cute.
I want to be with you,
just with you.
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I've got the rain, on my side.
Its autumn, and there's no place left to hide.
I know it's been days since I've heard your voice.
The whispers are all I have left.
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Snow falls down.
Winters all around.
Snowflakes to the left and to the right,
illuminated by red and green lights.
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Maybe tonight,
I’ll start a fight,
and maybe I’ll hold my tongue before I speak.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up,
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Oh when does heart triumph,
with good intentions?
I get blamed, put to shame,
and not to mention,
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You’ve been here a long time.
Nothings better than history.
What do I do,
when you do this to me?
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Patience is running out of me.
I call when I think you are free,
even though I’m falling out to sea.
Oh what a week it will be.
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You’re taking your time.
The clock never changes.
Haven’t seen you a while.
Yeah, it’s been ages.
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It seems a tired heart is weighing you down.
Feels like years since he’s been around.
You spend your nights,
attached to your pillow and faded dreams.
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I open the door for you.
Yeah, I know I’m cute.
You’re Gorgeous. I’m Naïve.
I’ll be forgotten once you step passed me.
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I’m awake, but dreaming.
Heart’s asleep. Brain’s scheming.
Lies buried beneath my tongue,
hiding hate for what you’ve become.
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Such a typical notion,
filing for devotion.
Giving chips for motions.
Such an endless ocean.
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I cannot express,
what goes on in my head.
All aspects of life,
and all the glamour of death.
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The waters on fire,
you're a walking plague,
I've never seen such recklessness,
someone so fake.
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One time we were hanging around,
on the outside of town,
where we were screaming each others' names,
and playing those games.
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Tearing the pages from the book,
staring you down, with the choices you took.
Another day, and it would have gone away,
but you poked, and you pushed it,
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The day, started out slow,
It did pick up though…
Cause we were talking,
we were walking,
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