These are the quiet times
when the pain fades away
times that I think about you in the silence of my day.
I believe we were good at happiness,
but now and then the memory slips
it's not you, it's not me,
inside the silence of an eclipse.
And the times outside I feel complicated,
for having had you this way for so long
makes me wish to be your everything,
no simple sedation for a desire so strong.
Those are the not-so-quiet times
when the pain takes ahold and won't let go
the overwhelming need to be
when circumstances won't permit me so.
All in all, I keep things quiet
unable to say these are the better days
and though my thoughts of you are endless
and I could find a million ways
to be your everything
in my mind is where it stays...
in the darkest corner of my heart
where my silence lays.