Gold Plated

 

i’m going to gold plate all of this:

every look that said you’re listening

every kind word you ever spoke

every gesture that said you love me.

and i’ll keep them in my pocket,

bring them out from time to time

and polish them on my jeans.

i’ll hold them to the light

so maybe they could make me smile.

‘cos right now i’m having trouble

remembering,

why i’m here

and why you’re

here.

it’s been like this some other times.

other people, other places,

but the feeling’s always the same.

but just this once

i’m gonna try,

to change,

this.

if i share these golden treasures with you

show how sweet they really are;

will they be gone forever?

will they stay in my pocket?

will they become passé?…

just like i am

to you.

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