Maybe, it was the beer
That made things seem so clear
Maybe, last night
Which turned into this morning
Was a little too late
To serve as a warning
Babe, I know for sure
That the music flowed pure
As thoughts through my brain
As blood in my veins
I think my thoughts were see-through
I said nothing, but still you knew
And I was thinking I should go
I felt that I was spinning
That the alcohol was winning
I couldn’t close my eyes
My thoughts would converse, about your lies
So I’m standing on your porch
Your hands on my waist, burned like a torch
I said “Please just let me go.”
You said “It’s more than this, I know.
You have no clue what I needed
To say tonight, if it sounds like a lie
Then alright, I’m giving up on love,
For the rest of my life.
This was my last hope.”
I was thinking,
This is sounding
Like a song you wrote
As the car pulled into view,
I turned to you,
''You're not giving up on love,
You're just giving up on me.''
You walked, and turned away
Paused long enough to say
''Goodbye and take care,
Always be happy.''
I had been 'seeing' a guy for several months, one night while I was at his house I abruptly realized I didn't want to see him anymore. He was quite angry when I told him, but I didn't care. I started formulating this poem the minute I got into the cab and whirled out of his drive-way.