Confession

The sky hasn't changed in a week.
I'm beginning to bore of it's glaring colour.
The cold in the air stifles speech.
I'm dressed for the day, but I'm cold all over.

Sewing buttons back onto my shirts.
Doing anything to take my mind off you...
Pick up the phone! thats all I need
Call me at home! I crave your need of me.

Oh, I'd put on the pink dress...
and make my way to confession...
If that would be the place you need for us to meet...
I'd go anywhere at anytime, if you'd say that you were mine.

the situation is grave.
Unfamiliar territory, yes, I'm frightened.
Don't let myself get this enslaved, To emotions that I have no control over.

Oh, I'd put on the pink dress...
and make my way to confession...
If that would be the place you need for us to meet...
I'd go there anytime, if you'd say that you were mine.

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