Thursday, March 16, 2006


maybe it's cause you need someone to listen
and he's been there to hang on every word
who's to say what does or don't go on there
those things get said not all of em get heard

your table's been nothing but a banquet
he took a tray and helped himself to more
steady as a rain you let him have it
didn't see him spill it on the floor

it's sure is nice to have him right there with ya
nighttime dark when all the noises come
he'll hold you back and echo all the whispers
and tell you that you'll never be alone

those blinders that you're wearin kinda suit you
make sure you keep em on throughout the kiss
when goodbye's daggers venom starts to shoot through
yourself will be the last thing that you'll miss

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