These Pages - Chris Pureka

Oh, there you are

It’s so good to see you

It’s so good to see you

Standing right at my door

I wish you could stay

Well, how’s your girlfriend?

How’s that going?

She never liked me

Oh I wish you could stay

It might be an ordinary day

But it seems like more than that to me.

Lines of my forehead

From trying to thread the needle of this idea

Without letting you know it

If you said I could

I’d throw the maps right out the window

Take the longest way home

So I change the subject

And I put on my best smile

So you won’t notice

So you won’t notice what’s wrong

So don’t you ask me

No please don’t ask me

'cause I don’t dare tell you

Exactly what’s on my mind

It might be an ordinary day

But it seems like more than that to me…

I’ve gathered these pages

Of words left unspoken

Letters I didn’t send you

Would fall right from my fingers

If you said I could

Put my hands where I want to

Set fire to the bedroom

If you said I could

Put it all out on the table

Throw the maps right out the window…

Oh there you are

It’s so good to see you

It’s so good to see you

I wish you could stay