"First, they act friendly towards you
Trying to get your trust on them
Second, they tell you their truth
Trying to make you vote on them
Finally, they betray your trust
Already having what they wanted
Whatever they wanted from you
Whatever they needed from you"
This is me talking about politics
Every time someone talks to me
'Cause I'm not good at social talking
And I'm worse at showing feelings
The president is always my topic
To make people run away from me
Yet you're still trying to reach me
Yet you still try to reach my feelings
Maybe we're too far from each other
Maybe it's too early to say it's love
But maybe it's the right space for it
And maybe it's the right time for me
Maybe we're too far from each other
Maybe it's too early to say it's love
But maybe it's the right space for it
And maybe it's the right time for me
You've heard rumors from my brother
About me being infatuated with someone
Someone with curly hair, black glasses
Magical words and clever imagination
And if he said this someone looks like you
Just don't believe a word Bryce says
Most times he just fakes his own truth
Even though, this time, he may be right
You've heard rumors from Matt Berminger
About me writing songs about someone
Someone with growly voice, dark thoughts
Someone with a history to cause envy
And if he said this someone looks like you
Just don't believe a word Matt says
Most times he just believes in Bryce's truth
Even though, this time, they may be right
Maybe we're too far from each other
Maybe it's too early to say it's love
But maybe it's the right place for it
And maybe it's the right time for me
Maybe we're too far from each other
Maybe it's too early to say it's love
But maybe it's the right place for it
And maybe it's the right time for me
My system works in total quietness
This is why I'm hiding from you
While I try to elaborate things to say
While my guitar speaks my truth
I know this may be so embarassing
A middle-aged man like me, hiding
Hiding from his only chance to love again
Hiding from his only chance to be happy
Maybe I'm just making up the distance
So you'll never reach me 'til the day I die
Maybe I'm just making up time for me
So there will never be time for us to talk
Don't expect me to do the first move
Unless my senses speak before my lips
You can expect me to remain silent
Until time and space tell me to do it
Maybe we're too far from each other
Maybe it's too early to say it's love
But maybe it's the right place for it
And maybe it's the right time for me
Maybe we're too far
Maybe it's too early
But maybe it's the right place
And maybe it's the right time
YOU ARE READING
Aaron and Jack. | a poetry love story
PoetryA tale of two men named Aaron and Jack, who happen to be songwriters and happen to fall in love with each other during production for the same album. These are the love letters they wrote about each other, and together, too.
