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The days we sat on your bed Speaking of all the lives you've led Who you've done it with The people you've met The demons in your head
By Frankie Martinelli4 years ago in Poets
Insignificant in your life, was I? For me that's not the case You make all my Sundays feel like Fridays All the rain feel like sunshine
I'm not asking for you to explain The World to me That's not what you signed up for All I wanted was love unconditionally
I wouldn't have you any other way When you listen to the same songs fifteen times a day They're still brand new, because I hear them with you
I understand you want days to yourself, but I also remember what you said to me last night as well You're "missing me" That I can already tell
So sick of this monotone love thing Wanna live in stereo You take me places I only go when I'm dreaming No one has to know the things we think
Seems I can never say the right thing The words fall from me then burn You're always looking for a one night thing I'm here waiting for my turn
Suddenly you shut me out, and what for? Don't talk about my tongue when you can't even hold yours Lord take me back Take me back
She said "we've got to get out of here" I've had that conversation with myself No more wishing and waiting I want the chance to be somebody else
Well peel me off the floor, cause I'm not sleeping How are you so far away when you're lay next to me dreaming? Perfect skin
Constantly concerned with missing the sun Even though you're scared to come outside Constantly concerned with disappointing everyone
I want something tangible Something I can hold in my hands when my heart is full As I wake up from my slumber, so tempted to call your number