The whiskey helped me feel like maybe 50/50 was more like 25/75
and I walked right into it.
Or called right in.
I guess five months is not enough to cultivate honesty.
And here I am feeling almost sorry for you or your portrayal
and your colors fly out like my tears had just before...
I asked for this.
I wondered is it was what I wanted.
Probably, I am more disappointed in myself
for wishing
and for calling
than I am with you
for lying
and for being who I knew you were.