thinkinanalog

I Can't Be With Her

By Think In Analog


We go on walks in the rainstorms
Sitting under the bridge we talk
Underneath the glowing streetlights
Stand the puddles where weve walked
They hold a steady glow, that reminds me of her eyes
But I have keep reminding myself that they are not mine

We stay up into the night
Until our speech begins to slur
And my heart wants to express my thoughts
But I cant be with her


We lye warm beneath the covers
Where our minds drift off to dreams
Shes my friend and not my lover
Sweet like strawberries and crme
Upon her tired eyes her lashes rest like butterflies
But I have to keep reminding myself that she isnt mine

When Im sad and she can see it
She knows my fears without a word
But it doesnt mean as much to me
When I cant be with her


She smiles at me across the table
She draws a picture of a tree
Beside the tree she write some lyrics
She says it makes her think of me
Ive never felt so close and yet so far from what I want
Like a ghost of her true lover, only in her house to haunt

Being with her is sad and happy
Until my feelings are just a blur
Shes the only one I want to love
But I cant be with her