We both wanted to fall for each other,
in our head,
but instead
we both fell for an old lover.
There was no time to recover.
We were sleeping in a bed
made for two others.
It was a shame, oh, what a bust.
No one to blame only but us.
Yet I feel as though I must
blame you for leaving you in the dust,
dumb founded, edges rounded.
I cannot snag on you,
so I put up a white flag for two.
You had no say, but neither did I.
The ex lovers had a way to pull us apart.
And to think it was destined from the start.