I take my imaginary pen I write down my anger I close my eyes and count to ten just to breathe a little longer
It's laughable really when I see you justifying Sure, you're all touchy-feely only goodwill, so hard-trying
When you said that to me where was your heart at? Why calling me your better-half-to-be when all you wanted was a shoulder pat?
Oh you, with your wonderful poetry, oh, lies so beautifully written down please just stop, you don't know no poverty in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown
I never thought you would make me think the worst of you instead And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink when you didn't care to lose your head
Now you haunt me like the headless horseman and you will forever but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever
And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores Your love for me was never poetry