Sometimes the things in my head prevent me from getting out of bed,
All I want to do is move my feet to the cold spots on my sheets,
That I used to find with you.
For once in my life I want to fall asleep in my own ocean blue bed
And let my clentched fists unfold
Pretend I was a happy kind of dead.
I'm regretting the times I was mean, and not really staying clean
I'm regretting my birthdate and the fact that I'm only fifteen
When it was dark and his car was in park
When his fingertips were touching mine
When he climbed into the tree and when I kissed his knee
We loved the stars but we couldn't find any.
God we were nervous,
With his heart beating and my mind constantly repeating
"I wish I didn't have to go home"
But with all the conversation we made
In the playground we layed
Our eyes fixed on eachother
Pupils dancing.
Everytime I kissed him or he kissed me
It was like I was caught in a whirlpool in the middle of the sea.
When he left he drove to his house, called me, tired and sighing
"I just didn't want to stop."
And I fell asleep as he was talking to me
in my ocean
blue bed
And I felt like I was a happy kind of dead.
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