The sun sets in my West
as it rises in your East
and you should be the least of my worries.
A promise made, though not on a stone
for the time we'd spend alone,
that when I returned from here
we'd make our home.
You made a choice
(I did not press you)
that I'd be the only man
to ever undress you.
I watch the lights come in,
hear the roar that brings the wind
as I breathe in my new sin for its comfort.
You told me growing old
would never get old
so long as we were doing it together.
You let me believe
we were tied up in a dream.
You ripped apart the seam
and went on your own way.
You've made it so hard to ever feel right.
You've made it so hard to be the same
as I was before you came
back into my life
and told me that you were going to be mine (my wife)
It rises in my East
and sets in your West.
I know you won't rest until day comes.
Rises in the East
sets in the west.
I'm not giving you the rest of my days here!
You were going to be mine.
You were going to be my...
The sun sets in my West
as it rises in your East
and I'm making you the least of my worries.
Friday, September 17, 2010
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