thoughtdift
When Sara danced with someone else
there were new words for pain
there were no words for sorrow
or the loneliness grown fat
For I was not quite seventeen
and did not understand
that it would barely matter
when I wrote it down this dawn
except a long gone dance floor
and a beauty left untouched
as Sara danced with someone else
and I learned music's truth
When Sara danced with someone else
there were new words for pain
there were no words for sorrow
or the loneliness grown fat
For I was not quite seventeen
and did not understand
that it would barely matter
when I wrote it down this dawn
except a long gone dance floor
and a beauty left untouched
as Sara danced with someone else
and I learned music's truth