If you were hoping to fix me,
it's a little too late

and if you thought I would be the girl that ended up being the best thing ever in your life,
well, sorry to disappoint.

and if you thought I would fall head over heels for you
I don't believe in that type of love

And if you think I'm morbid
*just wait and see

Maybe
Just maybe
if I weren't so broken
and you weren't so naive and clueless
then maybe we would've been friends

Maybe
If you had taken the back seat in the corner next to mine
instead of the front row
and if I had payed more attention and actually cared
then maybe I would like you

Maybe
If my life wasn't as ******* up and yours filled with things other than math
and if I had lifted my nose from a book every once in a while
then maybe I  would notice how you stared at me

Maybe, maybe, maybe
there are too many maybe's and too little time

I am but a driftwood
All but forgotten from whence I came
A place where once had a name
A time when all was good

I am but a driftwood
Set myself adrift
Currents they lift
Bearing their latent gifts
I move as they shift
I'd protest if only I could

I am but a driftwood
Over a body so vast
Over wrecks with broken masts
Spiteful winds howl with angered gusts
An eternity that would last
Eroding my integrity like it should

I am but a driftwood
Know not of where I'm headed
Render me hopeful but will me jaded
Pillaged and plundered
Looted and raided
Swallowed and spat out, ocean's food

I am but a driftwood
Lost and forlorn out at sea
Awaiting land that would receive me
Take me in like I'm meant to be
Give me your sand, bury me completely
Keep me in the safety of your hood

I am but a driftwood
I remember the place from whence I came
A faded dream with a name
Still drifting away from all that's good