I used to never be able to see what she had and I didn't
when all I ever wanted was to walk you home
I always knew those wood chips wouldn't amount to anything,
band t-shirt and clothes we picked out that were too cool
Cold coffee and watching you fall asleep at the table,
sitting in supermarkets and hopeful hopelessness
Now I see what you see in her
Paint splattered skinny jeans cross legged on her bedroom floor,
vinyls of all the bands you loved,
the ones I never gave a chance
She says every night
how cute
nice
funny you are
and all the little things you do that make her smile like she didn't know was possible
And all I want to say is I know
I know about the devils he chooses to hide, and the problems that do and don't affect him
I want to say You know how he gets when he's angry? Like all the calmness in his body flows out like a river through his mouth straight to my heart with words like promises being broken?
But the truth is she probably doesn't
She probably doesn't know of the rivers in you
or the strange quirks that make you blow up,
while others you try your hardest to avoid fighting with me about
"We all have our own opinions," you'd say
I am guessing - only guessing -
She is the blood coursing in your veins,
the lack of reassurance she needs and the problems she doesn't complain about
Well, that's a nice break from me
She doesn't have to apologize a million times for accusing you of lying
When all you wanted to do
was make me believe.