Swear

I see myself through your eyes
I can feel your soul come inside me when your tounge touch my lips
They say your nasty I call you creative
I miss the better days of talking about "lube and seven eleven'
No one would else would laugh right now because it is just our inside joke
People never laugh anymore just always crying about religion and political differences
But we hardly had any differences
Maybe because we're the same
Maybe because we're the same

People, Places, and things seem to change
But you are like my past
You loved me no matter my past
But will you love me like he loves me as the present in the future

I always seem to fall away to your arms
But his arms are much wiser
While your arms make me warm
I don't like people invading my privacy and you understood me
You were the same way
We had the same friends came from the same group
We had the same views
We smoked for hours just to pass the time but we didn't have too
We wanted too
You are soarer, a man of great stregnth
A thug as they would call you but I see that as soldier
My type seems to fall into your catagory
He says to write about him but my mind draws blank
I can't think of a single thing to say
With you it ain't the same
I could write endless paragraphs of love
Fill your heart with emotions over flowing rivers
I'm good here I know it
But I ain't happy here I admitt it
Its feeling like its second a chance but its too new
I like the old you
I love the oak cliff and stubborness
The mistakes I tought I made were stepping stones to keep me learning
I'm one day closer to my grave but I am on the right path now
So I just don't know..

Maybe because we're the same
I miss your voice to listen too
I miss the talks about our lives and God
You knew me well and through time I thought I'd marry you
I guess not, time chances everything
Hearts break even harder as you get older
They mold you into people to learn from when you fall for that "certain type"

Smoking cigarettes again when I write
He's screaming at me so it soothes the pain inside my mind
I hate it when we fight
I hate it when we fight
He doesn't love music like I love it
Or make love in the studio like I love it
He wishes to be to you but I don't think he'll ever be
I'm so sorry that you found out
I'm so sorry that I broke you again
I just wanted you to live boy
I just wish I could have changed my mess up so we could hug again
Make love again.. I always seem to fall for you type.

- CRT