some kind of sting in my chest
some kind of buzz in yours, no doubt
like a businessman dashing after a train
i missed a cue, and i'll miss you too

is it as easy as it looks? how does it taste
to hurl your affection at someone who deserves it
than some rusted pipe dream, cloaked in pollution
stains from lovers, loathers past

if you had gotten under my skin then, and not now
ink in the creases of palms already so tainted
if i had let you get your hands on mine
wondering would i, could i have ever compared

you find someone else
you have no thread or needle, you cannot fix
only make do, trade in, replace
a better model, every part included

maybe you were right to jump ship
after all i am glad to sink with the wreckage
******* and **** him, more so, but
i do not doubt you would take that as an invitation