The Ink Well

Looking back, without, not in me
All I have are these sad stories
Something said, to keep you laughing
Deep in bed, a lover's quarry
When you awoke, you whispered softly
What you said, wasn't meant for me

Grief, is in your wicked eyes
Just like the day we said "goodbye"
Lucky for me, the door you've chosen--is open
Now, my heart is broken

And I don't have to worry
You were always stronger than me
The ghost of you still haunts me, at night
That's enough to keep me happy, sometimes

And I don't have to worry
Whether or not you're waiting for me
You can't make someone love you
You just can't make someone love you

Grief, is in your wicked eyes
Just like the day we said, "goodbye"
You on the roof, and I, below you
I had so much to show you

Grief, is in your "caring" eyes
Just like the day we said, "goodbye"
Lucky for me, the door you've chosen--is broken
Now, my heart is open