making coffees, and i make smiles
i'm a soft carpet and she's cold bathroom tiles
she's engulfed me with her eyes
so what choice do i have?
i'm seeing things as black or white
and i'm a shade of gray
i will never know her
i will never know what to say
i'm uncool to an impressive level
my dream girl doesn't exist
streaks of a pen and images of the night
she is a brief movement of my wrist
she glances over at me, and so i fall
she smiles in to me, and that is all
so life can go forward
nothing is different- i'm still free
the choices i have all scream
no one belongs to me
nothing belongs to me
everything loses its meaning
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