Monday, September 24, 2007

Hotel de heartbreak

i have to say
i think this is the best time of my life
but i'm not sure, i've never been awake like this before

and you showed up at my back door last night
and i let you in because you said you needed a place to stay
don't you know, i think i would have let you in anyway

and this is the best time of my life
you can see it in my eyes in the photographs you took
that i've never been awake before

we played scrabble until the early morning hours
when you said you needed to go to sleep; you had a job in the morning
i made a bed up on the couch, and told you to go into my room and sleep there
i never went to sleep, i just got up and made you breakfast

is this the best time of your life?
i'm sure it's the best part of mine
i don't think it was ever possible to see my heart beating by looking in my eyes before

please come back, i'm waiting here for you
i'm leaving my back door unlocked
the key to my heart is under the mat

[and that was the best time in my life
when i woke up and it felt alright
to be making breakfast for someone else
and having morning conversation in the house
so please come back, i'm still waiting
just passing the time keeping memories from degrading]

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