Hell for leather, flipping out, I run away from time
Missing you and all the words you say, I wish. I ache. I pine.
There's clarity in indecision, an expert once did tell,
and now I understand the notion, I used to know you well,
before you started this irrationality.
Inferring meaning with the sweetest desire, attaching importance
to words unsaid and unneeded and all too often
unrequited, but missing the mark with every single letter.
Misinterpretation led me to discover,
this whole new love for another,
and led you to distraction, to this cliff.
Backtrack, backtrack boy, don't fall over, there are other ways.
Don't make the mistake so many have made.
Backtrack, and realise what we had,
love couldn't run deeper than that if it tried.
Backtrack, erase the tears we cried.
Backtrack, wish-fulfilment not implied.
Backtrack, clear your heart, clear your mind.
Backtrack, and be happy you're still mine.
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