CONCRETE HEARTS

If I lean out of the window of my room,   

I can just make out your street.

It gives me comfort when these walls are like a tomb

just to know you’re close to me.

 

Concrete hearts still break when they hit the ground.

But concrete hearts don’t make a sound.

 

This is where the woman lives who’s got my heart.

Here’s her front steps, 1-2-3.

But she has no idea that I’m out here.

And I could never tell her how I feel.

 

Concrete hearts still break when they hit the ground.

But concrete hearts don’t make a sound.

 

The days fall hard as rain and I can’t stand it.

No place to go. Nothing to do.

Each night’s an empty space, just how I planned it.

Just passing time here without you.

 

A wilted rose inside an old brown vase.

Reminding me too much of me.

I wrote your number on my mantelpiece.

If I concentrate then it might be.

 

Concrete hearts still break when they hit the ground.

But concrete hearts don’t make a sound.

 

 

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