the last words for you that i will ever want to write.

my head paints a picture

of a bright yellow blanket,

wrapped around your head.

and the multi-colored swirls of christmas lights,

blinding the outside world.

my vision blurs as i fall into memory,

as i fall into 'how we used to be'.

well, we used to be nothing,

but i thought it was something.

i remember one time you asked me,

'wouldn't it be more fun to never know?'

and i told you that that novelty,

had worn off long ago.

and you sat and you smiled,

but you didn't say a word.

and i remember feeling 

absolutely absurd,

but i laughed & i smiled,

because thats what i do

when i don't know

just how to impress you.

well, we used to be nothing,

but i think that you're something.

(you're eyes used to be my favorite)

why do you change your face for your friends?

if they don't think you're a beauty,

why bother pretend?

the world doesn't know marvels like yours,

there's no reason to turn your lights down.

and even when you're not leaving,

i know you're not here to stay.

and even when you're right here, 

you feel so far away.

well, we used to be nothing,

but i thought you were something,

but the words will never leave these lips.

the rhythm i felt, 

the hand i was dealt,

well i guess you weren't feeling the beat.

my friends all say you're not the one,

you're fooling around, just having fun.

you act like this with all the guys,

you act like this, got roaming eyes.

i thought they were mine,

but you wear that pair for everyone.

well, we used to be nothing,

but i've thought you were something,

since the day that we met,

its you i can't forget.

you make me feel the butterflies,

except when you leave that feeling dies,

and i convince myself i've gone insane,

when i can't rid the thoughts of you from my brain.

because i know that light you hide inside,

& as a matter of fact it serves as my guide,

& shows me the way to a better place,

& illuminates the path that leads to your face.

that pair, your eyes,

i pray i'm all they see,

even though i know,

that won't possibly be.

(your eyes have always been my favorite)

when you're ready to stop running,

                                          i'll be waiting.