With sleep still in the corner of my eye and my mouth chock full of repetitive "goodbyes" and "take cares", "so longs" and "I’ll miss you's". Left with my hands full of "what do I dos"? I stood my ground but it washed away. I’ll call, I’ll write every god damned day OK? When will I realize that I turned you into my new carrot on a stick. I guess I love it when I feel like shit. So, why do I act like this for? It’s all I seem to know anymore. What to do? What not to do? What’s in my mouth I can’t begin to chew. Cause I can’t jockey for your time. That choice is yours to make, my love, it ain’t fucking mine. But I could never leave you. No I will never leave you. No I will never, ever.
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