The tips of your fingers are
burning holes in my thighs
as theses indirect questions
pick through my mind
how was I supposed  to know
it would end up like this
every word we say bitter and stiff
you didn't even have to try
to burn down that bridge
it was smoking since we began
there was no way we'd make it
not with my ****** up views
and your unwillingness to try
in almost six months neither
of us was really happy once
well that's not true, I was happy
but very rarely with you
bringing each other up then down
like a twisted merry-go-round
with our hearts for horses.