I almost gave into temptation
As the rocket passed by my bedroom
Eclipsing the moon in its O so delicate form

I couldn't arrange my feelings properly
And I can honestly say that I still can't

I look to my left
And sometimes I'm right
But I still write left

And I want to read,
But books are too far
And I want to love
But this is too bizarre

And never will I accept a falsehood under the hood of my car

Invisible mishaps in the happenings of France
Beat the backwards happenstance
And misplace everything that was never there

I thought of someone else today,
Someone from my past.
Nothing ever happened,
but I wonder how she's doing.
And part of me never cared to begin with.