it's not fair of you
to do that thing you do
not all stories have happy endings
the grass isn't always greener
every Good Samaritan has alterior motive
the pill was cut with sugar
you might not wake up when you're put under
your car will break down
you won't have enough money
he's in jail for life
and that thing you caught is terminal
and when you
caress my face that way
it transcends space and time
and every other fickle thing
is far from mind, so far away
but it'll never add up
the gestures
the misplaced affections
I wanna be by your side
but
I also want you as far away from me as possible