I fill the place of the inconceivable super babe,
While she takes her time to grace
Your life with her precious existence,
As she is too busy being elsewhere currently.
She lurks in the future,  as perfect as she is,
She can't seem to trespass the bearings of time.
Well that's just awful, I say as we sit on the bus seat,
me where she otherwise would be.

Some person
who may not even exist
Takes priority over me.

If I didn't practice empathy so well,
I would run around your life
Like a kid in a candy shop,
         Unsupervised,
And steal everything of yours that I could.
Every memory would be mine, every first
Every last, shoved into my socks my boots
My coat pockets my hat.

I wish sympathy wasn't my speciality
Otherwise I'd say quit wasting my time,
I know what you're doing because
I would do it too.

I wish I wasn't selfish,
Because the poison I keep in keeping you,
Has found it's way into my coffee finally.
If I really loved you, If I had the courage to,
I'd let you go.

I wish I wasn't so afraid, otherwise I'd dispose of you
As you once will with me.
But these bindings you've built with your grace, and charm
And you're so handsome, keep me here, on this bus,
Next to you,
In place
Of someone inconceivable.

Remember when I told you
That I liked you because you made me feel
Inadequate instead of complete?
And you said
If it ever gets to be a bad feeling of inadequacy
Let me know, because it shouldn't be that way.
It is that way,
When the importance of someone who you have
Yet to have met, trumps the simple existence of me.

Especially when I am not the girl yet to exist.

I'd rather talk about schizophrenics on fire,
Or even be a flaming schizophrenic,
Than continue on with this conversation.