Between the Lines

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Time to tell me the truth.
To burden your mouth for what you say.
No pieces of paper in the way.
’Cause I can’t continue pretending to choose,
These opposite sides on which we fall.
Loving you laters if at all.
No right minds could wrong be this many times.
My memory is cruel.
I’m queen of attention to details,
Defending intentions if he fails.
Until now, he told me her name.
It sounded familiar in a way.
I could have sworn I’d heard him say it ten thousand times.
Oh, if only I had been listening.

Leave unsaid unspoken,
Eyes wide shut unopened.
You and me,
Always be between the lines.

I thought I, I thought I was ready to bleed.
That we’d move from the shadows on the wall,
And stand in the center of it all.
Too late two choices to stay or to leave.
Mine was so easy to uncover.
He’d already left with the other.
So I’ve learned to listen through silence.

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say.
I’ll talk until the conversation doesn’t stay on.
Wait for me I’m almost ready.
When he meant let go.

Written by Sara Bareilles

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