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One Step (At A Time)

Let's take a walk & have a talk...

Let’s take a walk & have a talk…

The shortest distance cuts straight to the point
There’s no other path when it comes to you
Even if it sounds crazy we’re going through with this
One step at a time

 

There’s a sidewalk with our names on it
Let’s take a walk & have a talk
I want you to stay with me
Be my living memory

 

Have you thought about love lately?
When my heart needs somewhere to stay
You’re where I’ll be, every time
What about you?

 

If you wanna build love
Be gentle, every step can be fragile
Like floating on water
Let it take you adrift
Don’t force it, can’t fight it

 

Don’t look back, there’s no comparison
We don’t have to wonder where we’re going
Don’t care where we go as long as we’re together
One step at a time

 

There’s a sidewalk with our names on it
Let’s take a walk & have a talk
I want you to stay with me
Be my living memory

 

 

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Reader Writer

What has the world come to when dreams don’t come true?
Won’t always get it right, but I’ve still gotta try.
The closer I get to naming the corners of your mind, the sooner I’ll know where we stand.
You don’t have to feel anymore, that’s what you have me for.
Let me put some thought into you.

When I can’t read her, I write her.
Blurring the lines.
Reader Writer, here we go again.

Reader Writer, give me something to go on.
Gave you what you need, supply & demand.
You win, but then again you always do.
Didn’t mean to change your mind or make you forget your hesitation.
Always pushing through the words you say, in hopes that you don’t love in a black & white world.
Do you want to flip through our history books together?

When I can’t read her, I write her.
Blurring the lines.
Reader Writer, let me ease your mind.

Captured by another unexpected feeling on the verge of becoming real.
No, you’re not alone.
I can’t be like everybody, I can’t tell you what you want to hear.
Cus I just invited myself into your life like Sunshine.
And now that I’ve got you, I’m gonna need you all the time.

When I can’t read her, I write her.
Blurring the lines.
Reader Writer, put it down again.

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Outside

Living life on the outside
What you see’s what you get
Nothing more & nothing less
Can’t let you in
Skin deep is where I end

Walk carefully on the surface
Don’t wanna crack, I’m not ready for that
Let me be
Alone, I am certain

I’m tired of coming up blank
Coming undone wasn’t part of the plan
But I want it, wanna be open
So open me up to a world I used to know
Used to know

Oh, outside, I can run
Run as fast as I can
Oh, Outside, you have to deal with what you get
Today is not like yesterday

Living life on the outside
Touch only what you can see
Nothing is what it seems
Can’t let you in

Living life on the outside
Looking out for anything
Nothing is what it seems
Should I let you in?
Skin deep is where I begin
Where I begin, again

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Runaway

As long as there’s distance
There’s a chance to get away
A whisper isn’t the same from a thousand feet away
Give up your secrets
I won’t be another one of them
What do you want from me?

Ignore what I’m saying so you can continue feeling the same
Do not disturb a thing cus you like things just the way they are
Can’t touch you; don’t want you to break like porcelain
When you hit the ground running, I have to wonder whether you’re running from me or the pain?
Everybody’s got problems as long as they’ve got breath

Nobody’s got more reasons to stay gone than the heart that’s been wronged
Yet you keep me on the phone with promises of one on one quality time
Face to face dreams, oh what a shame
Wake up with the other side of the bed still empty all the same
Hate to bitch & moan, but I’m not trying to make a bitch moan
I’ve tried to beat it into your heart from the moment our song started playing
Even when it’s all over, you continue dancing around feelings like you’re trying to make it rain

You don’t want to be alone with me
It’s safer on the other side of the line
If you think this can last, you would be wrong
You can’t push my buttons & expect me to stay
My condolences to your consolation prizes
Nobody wants to lie to themselves just to keep you warm

As long as there’s distance
There’s a chance to get away
So I’ll get away to make up for the pain
Give someone good some good love
I won’t be afraid to get close & keep it that way
What could be better?
Ready, set, go!

Notes:
This is an unreleased entry from last year. I reworked it after finding it in my email.

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Inch By Inch

I want to touch somebody that won’t turn me away.
I want to see somebody that looks at me the same way.
I want to be wanted the second that I’m in your vicinity.

I’m about an inch away from stealing your breath away.
Let it all go, I’ll put it to good use.
You can measure the coming attraction by counting your pulse.
Heart skipping beats like dropouts cus we never learn when we’re both in attendance.

You want company when you want warmth.
You want to talk when you haven’t heard from me in a while.
You want to be wanted around the clock, but I’m not on call.

I’m this close to taking you for a ride tonight.
Hold on tight, I don’t want to lose you along the way.
Speed is not an issue when I’m into you.
There are no brakes, I cut the cables.
We’ll stop when we die.

The closer we get the farther I’ll take you.
I’m about an inch away from stealing your breath away.
I’m this close to taking you for a ride tonight.
Feel your pulse against by body.
We’ll stop when we die.

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