I'll admit, it's disappointing to see your cracks
and they're growing.
Not large, not broken, but enough that they're showing.

I was beginning to think you couldn't ever be sad;
Hoping that you could be the joy in my life that never goes bad.

Of course you are not. It would be cruel to expect it, and
It's easy to want everything new to be poetic.

Expectations are worthless, and I blame myself for each one.
For straying from my past, and avoiding no one.

Eventually I will break, and will have to confess that
from moment to moment my heart strays
from dark to romance.

I turn on the "closed" sign when you don't entertain
my selfish and needy and hugely flawed ways.

I'm falling, I think, but from so far away.
I don't even know if I'll see you on Monday.

Though we planned and we planned
I thought this would be it.
I just wanna kiss your lips with my lips.
And see if this fuss I've been making
Is worth the trip.