Color Theory Forget His Voice
It's stay-up sleepy time again
Am I supposed to trust in you?
And as the clock strikes 2 a.m.
I toss and turn with what to do
Or to say when you come home
Or if it really matters
So what if your hair smells like cologne?
We know you've done it all before
I saw your careful thoughts collide the day you told me
everything
Beneath the guilt you wore a pride in what you felt was
honesty
But you weren't counting the lies
Three months of silence had to bring
I can forgive
Don't look surprised
I only ask one little thing
Forget his mouth
Forget his eyes
Forget a thousand little lies
Forget you ever had a choice
Forget his name
Forget his voice
I never claimed that I was perfect
I suppose it was implied
So were you driven to his arms by my imperfect sense of
pride?
Or perhaps something you read
Or the way I made love to you desperately, desolately
I guess that you were desperate too
I always loved the things in you that I could never be
But there must be a side of you I wasn't meant to see
Show me
Though my heart should be barren
Still my love for you grows
Like the weeds that destroy the flowers
