what would you say
if i asked you
if you really cared
what would you do
say they loved you
do lovely words betray…
the ones you long to say
why is it always a lie
except the words you try
and they grow tired as they sink
a girl too fair and bright
and is it wrong or am I right
how would you look
if i wrote books
to illustrate your way
down so perfect
that you would steal
someone else’s face
known to no one but yourself
except i already do
i kept the notes inside of you
kept for future lovely days
when the clouds move fast away
you found that i figured it out
even with a face misplaced
same is the game inside of you