The time I wasted on you Never felt wasted At the time. And if courage Is what makes a man You are a child And I am not ready To be a mother. My arms are too weak To lift you up When you're already So high. And I'm afraid I'll have to leave you With your games Because I am too old To play.
I really am an excellent liar But I can't seem to convince myself That I'm no longer interested In your quickening heartbeat Or the taste of your tongue Or how your mind works When you're trying to fall asleep At night. I can't decide If you're careless Or clueless But it drives me insane Knowing that you're laying down All alone.
The crashing of the waves Reminds me of my head Hitting the wall After I've told myself A million times 'I can't love you I can't love you' And the wind Slapping my face Reminds me of how I felt When I watched you walk away For the last time And it's your voice Echoing along the cliff's edge 'Jump jump'.
The moon sizzles like an aluminum cutlass, playing jazz scales with its arthritis knuckles. Finger tip mallets strike the ebony piano keys With a lazy, Chocolate, precision. Tickles your spine like sardines & cereal.