jamie jenkins: listen

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my head is resting on the pillow that should be you.
my mind is somewhere wandering (as i’ve known it to do).
and i can see your face as clear as the wall touching my nose;
i guess i’ll settle into my imagination cuz here anything goes.

my heart just started hurting like i scratched off a scab
that held inside the thoughts of all the things we could have had.
but i tell myself, “don’t start second guessing now.”
still i’m having trouble following my “no regretting” vow.


and sometimes i blame society
for creating these rules we feel so inclined to live by.
sometimes i blame you for what you’ve done to me,
for tempting me with a love i’ve always vied.


you occupy a place within me, deep inside,
in the space between my stomach and my chest.
and it’s aching me like hunger and creeping through my mind,
it seems as though my thoughts of you refuse to rest.


but the rules say i can’t have you.
the boundaries that are laid make it clear this could never be.
but to hell with all the rules, i don’t care what they say,
they sure don’t know my life, they don’t know me.


and i can’t tell you what makes my story different from the rest,
we’ve sure got more star crossed lovers than we need.
except maybe it’s the fact that i don’t write too many love songs,
so honesty and pain are almost guaranteed.

but for now my head is resting on the pillow that should be you.
my mind is somewhere wandering (as i’ve known it to do).
and i can see your face clear as the wall touching my nose;
i think i’ll settle into my imagination cuz here anything goes.