Our Golden Statues
When you enter a room the lights seem to brighten Casting your figure in an unforgettable silhouette Magnet eyes and a determined demeanor, you carry on I wish you would wander a little but your steps never waver The world is a messy place, I know that better than anyone But sometimes I let myself dream a little, wonder a little Of what it would be like to share a piece of me with you To share something more than mundane moments I know that you are standing on a pedestal I created You blink in the glare of my conjured spotlight Something in me that whispers that you won't like it And so I drown in my own whirlpool, and I drown alone You walk on, all unknowingly of my own plight I like to break hearts but these days all I break is my own Why must I do this to myself, flogging my own back Weeping over something too close and yet too far I know more than anyone what it's like to be in the light It's not me standing there, it's a gold replica Some...