the words get trapped in my mind

I’ve been the needle and the thread, weaving figure eights and circles ‘round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead, patiently wait to hear the words you’ve never said.

Fumbling through your dresser drawer, forgot what I was looking for-try to guide me in the right direction. Making use of all this time, keeping everything inside-close my eyes and listen to you cry.

I’m lifting you up, I’m letting you down, I’m dancing til dawn, I’m fooling around; I’m not giving up, I’m making your love-this city’s made us crazy and we must get out.

This is not goodbye, she said, it is just time for me to rest my head. She does not walk; she runs instead, down these jagged streets and into my bed.

Fumbling through your dresser drawer, forgot what I was looking for-try to guide me in the right direction. Making use of all this time, keeping everything inside-close my eyes and listen to you cry.

I’m lifting you up, I’m letting you down, I’m dancing til dawn, I’m fooling around; I’m not giving up, I’m making your love-this city’s made us crazy and we must get out.

There’s only so much I can do for you, after all of the things you put me through.

I’m lifting you up, I’m letting you down, I’m dancing til dawn, I’m fooling around; I’m not giving up, I’m making your love-this city’s made us crazy and we must get out.

I’m not giving up, I’m making your love-this city’s made us crazy and we must get out.