Posted August 31, 2006
were like matches that burn on both ends
trying to find an end to all this madness
waiting for us to find a middle ground
but theres no middle ground when your not around
and i know were both trying to do whats right
and to think... one day we just might
if we thought with our hearts and not our heads
we might have more in common then hotel beds
a simple fuck in the afternoon
followed by a sad song with a catchy toon
heavy breaths ending with light heads
light hearts ending with heavy meds
we have no way to start an ending
and no way to end a start
were matches that burn on both ends
left being held in the middle.
by me.