I'm out of my mind --
When you make yourself scarce,
I go looking for trouble!!
No one knows what to think;
It's hard to glad hand a turd.
It's hard to cut through its stink,
When B.S. is WW's favorite word...
Do you hate me for standing up?
Did you enjoy the view?
What if the situation changed,
And my words were burning you??
I've wondered before,
Why you cared -- why you fostered a love so rare!
Couldn’t you see the precipice there,
The cliffside the others would rather not dare?
It's funny how we're both sort of wondering,
How's the air up there,
But Newton claims we've gotta come down sometime.
Wish I hadn't blown my chance
Like a crate of diapers through a jet engine...
The mess is everywhere but we never even made it to the ass! I could have sworn, you were a bit hung up on my grass. Not to mention, my unladylike language -- so crass.
I'm sure that by now, you've heard more than enough about me.
Why is it that no matter what I hear, it is never enough,
And I am still hungry for more of you?
Why is life so unequal? Even Christ pointed out the yoke, said Don't get choked by that gd joke.
If Heaven is on earth I definitely missed the point where they handed out tickets.
Standing outside the gate, I can't even see your jersey from here. I don't even know your number. All I know is that if I don't eat soon, I'm going to die of sadness, and you've been looking good for as long as I can remember liking anything about this place.
You were the biggest surprise on the roadside of discovery, and I find myself wishing our collision had been bloodier somehow, that you had a good reason to think of me. As it stands, I'll be lucky if you're holding a paper when I'm gone.