A Fly In a Web
I’m running towards you
You’re pushing away
In the dark
Where you left me
I’ll stay
You’re stuck on her
But you’re all I have left
Her touch isn’t one you forget
Did you spin her the web you spun me?
Promises to make the future a reality.
Were they hers before they were mine?
An empty house
A restless mind
Then I came along
You found a distraction
But you know the future
Isn’t what the past was.
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2012
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