It Comes To This
12.21.06 (9:28 pm) [edit]Stressing over the resting I need to be doing
While I make plans for tomorrow's games
It's incomprehensible, I followed my senses 'til
I ended up calling out two names
Not what I thought would ever make my chest flood
With sixteen varieties of emotional flames
Those hundreds of miles are making my new smiles
Seem so selfish, but I must remain
Forward
On the trail forward
Cut the switch and took it to the nearest tree
Not very good at seeing anyone's destination, you see
If I could carry you down that path of most resistance
I would, but you're nowhere near to me
Make mine a double tonight, I feel trouble that might
Be brewing in two distant hearts
God, if I could see you now, I'd never even one time allow
The pain I know i've created
Give me time, give me room, I've tried to give it to you
We both have much learning, even through this forbidden yearning
And I'll never take my eyes far from you
Forward
We're both stumbling forward
I love you, Abby.
Doug