Saudade Words
Sometimes I think
you wanna lose me
so you can
listen to sad music
drive all night
tears spilling from your eyes
Like your life's a movie
I'm convinced
you're musing
in the past tense
when it happens...
I was everything you wanted
beautiful
and tragic
kind, sweet, easy to please
an air of summer magic
existing
in the fringes
till you saved me
you wanna lose me
so you can
listen to sad music
drive all night
tears spilling from your eyes
Like your life's a movie
I'm convinced
you're musing
in the past tense
when it happens...
I was everything you wanted
beautiful
and tragic
kind, sweet, easy to please
an air of summer magic
existing
in the fringes
till you saved me
caught me in the palm of your hands
changed me
and I reached for you
each
and
every
day
till that last time
till you lost me
till you forgot
what it cost me
forgot I was here
stopped reaching for me
so slowly
I faded away
and you hated the way
the days passed
without me
and you begged
and you pleaded
tried to convince me
I was what you needed
and now
and
every
day
till that last time
till you lost me
till you forgot
what it cost me
forgot I was here
stopped reaching for me
so slowly
I faded away
and you hated the way
the days passed
without me
and you begged
and you pleaded
tried to convince me
I was what you needed
and now
you're holding back
those tears
those tears
replaying the scenes
But this
But this
was never more
than just a dream
You just like the way
that ache tastes
You revel in that sad place
the melancholy
the liminal
of had
and lost
you want that empty field
to lay your heart out
than just a dream
You just like the way
that ache tastes
You revel in that sad place
the melancholy
the liminal
of had
and lost
you want that empty field
to lay your heart out
in the sun
sometimes
I think
sometimes
I think
you want to lose me
so you can
savor
the suffering
in the
so you can
savor
the suffering
in the
delicious
silence
left
when it's all said
silence
left
when it's all said
and done
and you
can wish for
everything
it was
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