Sunday, November 7, 2010

Mercy Misses You

Mercy says she ain't gonna come around here no more,
says he's gone past the point of no return.
Mad at her in the heart, I'm afraid of the dark,
hidden in the corner.
Over here look at me, I am over here.
Mercy says she ain't gonna think about it no more.
Thinking about it hard enough to make him disappear.
Windy thoughts, clouds of rage,
when you're feeling stormy on a calm, clear day.

If it can't be now,
then how soon is when?
Hold on tight everyone,
we're gonna do it again.
Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me,
so how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

Listen to your footsteps,
think about that history.
Remember they found her crying inside the teller of our reality.
Mercy says she ain't gonna come around here no more.
Can't say I blame her.
Can't say I don't listen through the door.

And at night I often think about direction,
right after happiness just before my imperfection,
there are windy thoughts,
clouds of rage, when you're feeling stormy on a calm, clear day.
A friend with some advice said forgive and forget,
bury it in the past man, and I haven't been back again.
A friend told another friend to listen to their hearts,
and ever since they made that stand they've never been apart.

If it can't be now,
then how soon is when?
Hold on tight everyone,
we're gonna do it again.
Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me,
so how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me.
So how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

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