you are the sleepless night
the drip of the sink
silent as the minutes under water
the flashing lights at disco night
the second looks, of what are you thinking
is it me?
no
probably the game you had last week
it's always that
you are the walks to door
the reason for talking to myself
the extra shade of lip gloss
the pounding of the heart
what are you thinking?
i know i talk too much
too much of silence gets uncomfortable
you are the reason to over think
never bad or good
the i hate you, with a smile
the never final agreement
you are every color in-between
but never the color itself
you are normal with the abnormal
you are the reason for lost words
but i've always been good with words
just not with you
so dang it, i can't say it without crying
so i will say i hate you, with a smile instead
