deepundergroundpoetry.com

C21H30O5

Here you are, in the throne of your actions
It�s cold and it�s dark
Counting drinks and savouring words
Too bad that it�s losing its spark
Hours and days and months down
Yet here you are still
Masking the pain with a shrug
Too hard to know that you�re in love

I remember all the details
And charming summer play
Do you need a secret friend, dear
Cause all mine have run away

Don�t ask me why I�m so confined
I like my privacy
Don�t tell me that I�m running late
They won�t remember me

You�ve told me you�re unhappy
Yet here you are still
Open books and some photographs
A catalogue you�ll never fill
Thousands of dreams to unfurl
By locking out the world
Of course, these sounds make you feel some way
All your favorites remind you of me

Don�t ask why I�m so confined
I like my privacy
Don�t tell me that I�m running late
I�m already in my dream