Lucy

I hate the feeling of having nothing to say.
I hate sitting here [with my mind on you], attempting to uncover the slightest feeling I might possibly have in my black, black heart
and realising I feel nothing at all.

Knowing you feel the same. Even black hearts can hurt. Even black black hearts can bleed.

I know she's out there somewhere. I don't know how she looks like. What her name is or what she does for a living. But I know exactly how she feels; how she thinks and more important how she makes me feel.
Let's call her lucy shall we?

Lucy is the kind of girl who wants and needs everything but demands nothing of you. Lucy is the kind of girl who cuddles you when you get back from work; who is never too tired to talk to you; to listen to you.
Lucy is the kind of girl who acts happy with a shitty birthday present because she knows you can't afford something better.
Lucy has had a lot of problems in the past and I have stood beside her.
And vice versa.

That's what makes her strong; That what makes us strong.

Now I have been told that we shall never be together.
I have been told she does not exist. I have been told so much.
But the fact is we're both yellow.
Too yellow to take the chance.
Too yellow to make the jump.

But not anymore....I'm writing you this song and next gap I see I'll make the jump....I'll take my chance....



Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
Do you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

Do you know for you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

Its true
look how they shine for you
look at the stars
look how they shine for you
and all the things you do



I can merely hope Lucy get's to this read this.
This is my shitty present for her because I simply cannot afford better.