I don't want to be on a leash, I swear I'd laugh if you come back to me. Though still there's a maybe, Maybe I'll accept defeat, Maybe I'll remain married, Just, to burning at your feet. Maybe I'll remain buried, Somewhere near 6 feet deep. Maybe I'm a zombie. Maybe I'm a creep.
Why would I have been hoping? I can't hold a job for more than a moment. What could I even ever end up holding. I have no hands so **** it. With a pen and a pad, Let's **** it.
Each time with my soul mate, we've forgotten to speak. Maybe we'd score a date, but I'm ever so weak. Confidence is all part of the mystique. Beauty's only skin deep. But seems an important piece. So people are seas, and there are more fish than just me.