Forget His Voice - Color Theory

It’s stay-up sleepy time again

Am I supposed to trust in you?

And as the clock strikes 2 am

I toss and turn with what to

Do or to say when you come home

Or if it really matters

So what if your hair smells like cologne?

We know you’ve done it all before

I saw your careful thoughts collide the day you told me everything

Beneath the guilt you wore a pride in what you felt was honesty

But you weren’t counting the lies

Three months of silence had to bring

I can forgive

Don’t look surprised

I only ask one little thing

Forget his mouth

Forget his eyes

Forget a thousand little lies

Forget you ever had a choice

Forget his name

Forget his voice

I never claimed that I was perfect

I suppose it was implied

So were you driven to his arms by my imperfect sense of pride?

Or perhaps something you read

Or the way I made love to you desperately, desolately

I guess that you were desperate too

I always loved the things in you that I could never be

But there must be a side of you I wasn’t meant to see

Show me

Though my heart should be barren

Still my love for you grows

Like the weeds that destroy the flowers