i can tell you what i need
and it's not you
it's no big deal
the piles of shit you drag me through
coz all is fair except my happiness you see
and no, the world does not revolve around me
i can see the things i want
just pass me by
the caring in the ones i love
decays and dies
and yes, it's bleak that i see everything this way
and i default to this morose, but it's ok
i awoke last night
with things inside my head
pictures of my younger self
upon your bed
taking time to move my hands around your hips
and i still taste the time i wasted on my lips
how 'bout build a bridge and then get over it?