and i'm able to say
your breath smells like silence
when i hold you by the waist;
i see the expression you give me
when i ask you for a taste.
"There's only so many minutes in a day,"
i hear you say
as you pick up your latest book.
there are shadows on your face when you give me the look.
i would love to give you everything that you already took:
maybe some coffee or maybe fine wine?
i'd give you my heart if i knew it was completely mine,
but there's a question and i know it well:
it's not really mine to buy or sell.
there's memories of darkness and episodes of pain;
periods of loneliness and long spells of rain.
i've seen flowers fade and the great trees die,
wondered if i was strong enough to ever cry?
and i can't escape the feeling i'm not good enough:
too soft to matter or too tough?
well, the minutes fade and the weeks become years;
you'll see me wearing costumes full of anxiety and fears;
but i'm older now, wiping away the tears,
and i'm able to say
your breath smells like silence
when i hold you by the waist;
i see the expression you give me
when i ask you for a taste.
"There's only so many minutes in a day,"
i hear you say
as you pick up your latest book.
there are shadows on your face when you give me the look.
i would love to give you everything that you already took:
maybe some coffee or maybe fine wine?
i'd give you my heart if i knew it was completely mine,
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