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A Terrible Fairytale
It's not too terribly hard to immagine me sitting at your front step today
It reminds me of such fairytales where the knight fights the night away
I know this is incredible that I assume I'll take the lead
So when you step into the front line, I wonder "Who's got the back of me?"
Go on and tell me now how to make your tears ignite
I want to know the answers to these questions by tonight
But there you are doing what you'd like not even thinking about me
Here I am using a knight as a metaphore as to why you always tend to leave
Here I sit alone agian, waiting outside your gate
My car parked in your driveway where I will eventually sit when it gets late
I know so terribly much about you to know that's where you'll be
When the night is through and so are you of all this thinking about me
Cry, I will but I'll hide my face, for you will never understand
That the reason why is the same as I have always wondered and written by hand
For I don't know my own words I write until I read them again
Like my fingers typing frantically like a cleat that hurts the shin
I wish I may, I wish I might still get to speak to you tonight
But the moon is full and I'm out of control as to when to stay and fight
My questions still have not been answered, but I'll try the best I can
So for now I'll sit and dwell on what came, went, and began
They history was never told, for I have always held it all in
But with actions carried out again, I cannot hold it all in
I need a dagger for a knife and a paper for a pen
A swift stoke horizontally is all it takes for me to never write again
