Aug 2018
You send me back to a time
Where I was nothing more than a mound of flesh- here for the taking
And now in all my earthly form
I watch you drive away in that ******* car
With someone who is much, much more
Than a bundle of nerves and nicotine
Where I was nothing more than a mound of flesh- here for the taking
And now in all my earthly form
I watch you drive away in that ******* car
With someone who is much, much more
Than a bundle of nerves and nicotine
Why do you always do this to me? Am I morning more than an excuse? A simple after though- ulterior motives always in mind?
