I never really finish my poems
I just stop workin on them
I could just stop here but I feel I need to tell you something

I'm not confessing to anything
Last I checked you were contesting my every move
At first I felt like we were connecting
Now it turns out you were fakin it

I remember being happy tellin the guys I was wingin it
Do you remember our first song?  Well I was singin it every morning
I pleasured watchin you yawning
Remember picnics watchin the sun dawning?

I swear girl that was the glory
But then you left,  I aint mourning
Now that I think about it we were just *****