she looks me over as if she really knows me
as if she thinks she knows what i'm thinking
if she would only ask the right questions
i'd tell her everything
but she only asks the things that she already knows
she can't take this as a sign of change and moving on
a little plea of something to be remembered
when it's gone
like "leaving oakland"
"say goodbye"
and the elston avenue sign
every secret longs to be disclosed
every love yearns to be betrayed
that's a quote and so is
love is more difficult to escape than hate
its not true, but both take their sweet time to go away