Private Intentions

Private intention

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

See the people go hide in the trenches

Sleep on the park benches

I was born in June, she was born in October

Eight months between us, I never even told her

What it meant to me was more than just a number

It was fate in the shape of numerology and thunder

But thunder has a tendency to go as quickly as it came

So she went and kicked me out her game

Wasn't hard to comprehend, but harder to accept

Like when I saw her with the next man and started

To expect more pain in the form of regret

And not getting what I thought I had

I never thought of letting her slip

Now I stick to an image on my retina

Trip myself over and over, see her stepping up

To better and brighter things, out of my shadow

I guess in the light of things, this was a battle

I had already lost before it began

I try to figure out the cost and hold up a hand

refrain:

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

Who could stop the few from robbing you

I'm through talking to you with better intentions

And then she told me 'bout a dream she had

The same night after we met

But not that I would have to forget

The way I slept on her couch, crouched up against her

A few blocks from home, all these events were a prelude

A game of ping-pong in the kitchen

I was scared she would notice

How my eyes began twitching

When we lifted our shirts, my stomach on hers

Discovered how a dream can make

The world around disperse

Was it fact or fiction, or something in between?

A fraction of our friction, my attraction to this queen

Seemed to grow as hers faded, the blow

That I anticipated made it hard to try debate it

When you know you have to go

No songs, letters or poems will bring the past back

When it's buried in your bones

But I know, I'd give up everything I own

For just three words: Take me home

refrain

Through talking to you with better intentions

This is gonna be the last time I leave

The words haunt me when I pass by her window

Or see her walking softly 'round the corner

Did she really want me? Or was it just an easy way

To make it through the winter in a warmer bed?

I thought we struck a chord from the first moment

From the flea market to playing chess until the morning

Filling up her ash tray, wrapped in conversation

Curled up in a blanket all relaxed, and I was patient

In my actions and words, trying to play it safe

Don't attach yourself, or thirst for her

The bubble will burst, the burden of trouble is worse

To her than anything she knows

Held her wrist in my palm, insisted I'm calm

And that's the hardest part, she still lives around the block

But her heart is far, and every minute

Is 60 seconds past the limit, I just take

Comfort in the fact she was my mistake

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

You could start a new or find a clue

If you knew what to do with your better intentions

Through talking, I'm through talking

I'm through talking to you with better intentions

(see the people go hide in the trenches)

(see the people go sleep on the park benches)

See the people go hide in the trenches

See the people sleep on the park benches

(see the people go hide in the trenches)

(see the people go sleep on the park benches)

(see the people go hide in the trenches)

(see the people go sleep on the park benches)