Needle in the Hay Sack
You just broke up and you come to me.
Tell me all about it, say "I'm glad that I'm free."
You gave her your all and she threw it back.
She tore you apart and shoved you off track.
"I love you, Cassidy, but not IN love," you said.
The last two words hurt me and some tears I'd shed.
You come to me for help and I try my best
Try to hold back my pain and you put me to the test.
They're the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
They're the needle in the hay sack
The one you want to be loved back.
Tears stream down to the stone walkway
You cry over her, as a calm figure I portray.
Inside I am dying, I hate seeing you sad.
It's her fault, but I'd be the best you've ever had.
When you are hurt and when you cry
You can't see it but it kills me inside.
"I love you, Zach," I wish I could say.
Whenever I try to, my world turns grey.
I think of what we have and what could be.
If you realize your true beauty that I see.
Your perfection brightly shines throughout you.
I can only hope that you see that in me too.
They are the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
They are the needle in the hay sack
The one you want to be loved back.
Your shimmery blue eyes see into my soul.
They tell me to hope and make me feel whole.
That short blonde hair and those long damaged fingers.
I am in love with you and that feeling never lingers.
One night, you stood up for a hug.
I suppose you were bitten by the love bug,
For you placed your hands on my hips.
And I so desperately wanted to kiss.
Alas, you are with another chick
As the jealousy still bubbles thick.
Alas, my love for you still burns strong.
And I wonder, "What could go wrong?"
Those famous four words that have haunted my brain.
So have the words in the lonely refrain.
Tears stream down my face so sad and blue.
For I know that I will never have you.
When you love someone but it goes to waste.
When you run to them but you are stuck with paste.
They give you hope and they make you feel one.
They cut the noose and dissemble the gun.
They're the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
Looking at him now: I'm in love with you, Zach.
I have found the needle in the hay sack.
Tell me all about it, say "I'm glad that I'm free."
You gave her your all and she threw it back.
She tore you apart and shoved you off track.
"I love you, Cassidy, but not IN love," you said.
The last two words hurt me and some tears I'd shed.
You come to me for help and I try my best
Try to hold back my pain and you put me to the test.
They're the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
They're the needle in the hay sack
The one you want to be loved back.
Tears stream down to the stone walkway
You cry over her, as a calm figure I portray.
Inside I am dying, I hate seeing you sad.
It's her fault, but I'd be the best you've ever had.
When you are hurt and when you cry
You can't see it but it kills me inside.
"I love you, Zach," I wish I could say.
Whenever I try to, my world turns grey.
I think of what we have and what could be.
If you realize your true beauty that I see.
Your perfection brightly shines throughout you.
I can only hope that you see that in me too.
They are the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
They are the needle in the hay sack
The one you want to be loved back.
Your shimmery blue eyes see into my soul.
They tell me to hope and make me feel whole.
That short blonde hair and those long damaged fingers.
I am in love with you and that feeling never lingers.
One night, you stood up for a hug.
I suppose you were bitten by the love bug,
For you placed your hands on my hips.
And I so desperately wanted to kiss.
Alas, you are with another chick
As the jealousy still bubbles thick.
Alas, my love for you still burns strong.
And I wonder, "What could go wrong?"
Those famous four words that have haunted my brain.
So have the words in the lonely refrain.
Tears stream down my face so sad and blue.
For I know that I will never have you.
When you love someone but it goes to waste.
When you run to them but you are stuck with paste.
They give you hope and they make you feel one.
They cut the noose and dissemble the gun.
They're the beating in your heart's metronome.
The bird that sings to make you feel not alone.
Looking at him now: I'm in love with you, Zach.
I have found the needle in the hay sack.
♠ ♠ ♠
For Zach