Sweet Nothings

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I say I don't feel the spark anymore,

You don't know where this is coming from.

We spent a month apart,

It was nice, but we were fighting more than some.

I thought I'd want to kiss you,

The second that I saw your face.

But I just looked away and,

It felt like strangers took both our place.





Should I have said nothing

And gradually just left?

My heart is now

A part of a three-way damning cleft.



Now we say sweet nothings,

Nothing sweet about them,

Paying each other compliments,

But we don't know how to take them,

This is not a battleground,

This is not another round,

I didn't feel that spark today,

Is it lost forever, or one day will be found?





We have to consider the factor,

That the distance played.

A month ago music was playing,

And together, babe, did we sway.

Your smile was all I needed,

Honestly, to keep on breathing.

Now when you flash it at me,

All I see is what I'm not seeing.





Should we try to work this out,

Or let it go?

Now you're doubting once again,

If my heart is stone.





Now we say sweet nothings,

Biting into them is sour,

You always bargained for more time,

I gave you all my extra hours.

This still isn't a battleground,

I don't know if what was lost can be found,

I couldn't feel that spark today,

But I didn't want to let you down.





You hold my hand and,

Now I don't feel a thing

Unlike the last time,

A month ago, and I wouldn't stop blushing.

Maybe the distance did something else,

And created some more,

Maybe we knew everything back then,

And now we're not so sure.





Should you try to make me stay,

Or wave goodbye?

Back to cursing my name,

Every night at the moonless sky.





And I don't know if I should beg you,

Make me feel again like how we were,

Tell me it's okay and I'm not absurd,

Kiss me and say it'll be fine,

Or do you want to

Miss me, and say "what's up?"-- it's just our time.



Oh, sweet nothings,

We were on to something,

I saw your face in the clouds,

Writing you these words as I feel us drown.

While you contemplate,

If we should stop.

And I know we're done,

I'm just waiting for your shoe to drop.

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