Close Encounters

Constant interruptions keep me too busy to think about what I’m missing out on.
If it makes you feel any better, the less I think, the more I feel like someone.
Someone else knows what I’m talking about without a doubt.
I can’t take these close encounters with angels lightly.
Hell if I know a thing or two about anything worth anything.

You might have too much insight into why I don’t say the things you want to hear.
The way I see it, I don’t really have a chance, so I’ll take my leave without saying a word.
You see the other side of me, the one that always walks away.

This throbbing is not in my head, but from my love drunk heart.
Cracked open & exposed, like a bottle of Bailey’s, I poured myself into anyone that would take me.
I know that there’s harder things to swallow, but none of those things would be half as sweet as the satisfaction of knowing that you love me.
Even though it’s wrong, I play this guilty pleasure day in & out with eyes closed until I’m closed at night around something that feels half as good as you.

This might be a little too personal.
But I’ve spent my nights wide awake until the morning light had to fight to get me out of bed.
You see in my head I’ve got nothing but memories of a life with you that never was.
So the more I get, the less I want to leave & we simply can’t have that coming from a man that doesn’t dream.

I used to dream of completing something other than a sentence.
If I could have a word with you, I would touch you & take a hold of you.
And you look so good in your snow white dress.
I don’t know where we’re going, but I promise that I want to be with you.
I won’t worry the rest of my life away.
I’ve got time & I want to spend it with you.
I want to tell you everything & I’ve got a feeling that this is just the beginning.

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4 thoughts on “Close Encounters

  1. time began with a step

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  2. Christina

    Love it.

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  3. You are deeply skilled, my friend.

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  4. Love It! Wow! 🙂

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