Between the Lines and All Around
Be careful when you ask God to open your eyes
Off into the corner you cast me
With all the things you forgot
The things you don’t care if you have
And don’t notice if you have not
So out of sight and out of mind
That seems to be your place for me
Like all the things you left behind
Gathering dust is where I’ll be
On the back burner, never lit
Just sitting, dying, growing old
Alone in the corner I sit
Just like your heart I’m growing cold
That classic line, “I really really thought
That we had something here.”
You were never mine
But at least I can say that you’ve made that clear
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