It's called Concrete (thanks to Joey . . . The Nagyovafan one)
Outside the Fall light is fogging up the trees in sight.
And for miles all you see is street.
But something else that takes my breath away,
You on your front porch waiting for a voice to kill the Concrete.
The wind catches you in my eyes,
And takes the vision of you away forever.
And I promised to think passed the grey, Fall skies.
You promised you'd stay with me,
But forever's gone, and so are you.
On the sidewalk of the street where I met you first,
It feels like someone's building up a wall.
And your kiss won't leave my mouth,
Like your voice won't leave my head.
All I wanted was to hear you once more,
But I got your note instead, it said,
"I don't believe everything I hear."
For the last few months, I was all you heard.
And I want you here, but you left again.
Now I'm missing you I don't know what I'm thinking.
I'm waiting on the roof with you.
You're looking at the ground, too.
But you don't know if you should be jumping.
"I promise you it's okay, have I ever let you down?
We can rise, just don't hit the ground."
Sorry you never let me have a chance to finish.
Just get back with me, I'll give you everything.
I know it's not hat much, but it's better than jumping.
Then again, anything's better than jumping.
