these eyes

these are the eyes that make me say i want you
these are the ones that beg and plead
don't disappoint me

carry on like you always do
but keep in mind i'm somewhere too
these are the eyes that hate to be forgotten
(and you'd hate it too)

if you decide not to come around
i'll leave you with the telling in this strange sound
these are the eyes that will make me say i don't want you
(but i wouldn't want that)

carry on like you always do
count victories while you tie your shoe
to keep you from falling in the middle of the street
and spilling your love on the cold concrete

these are the eyes of sweet defeat,
and my best way to communicate
when there's not a word i know
for disappointment