Your words, to you
May not have little importance
But to her
They are what she thinks about the rest of the day

Your phrases echo in her mind
The syllables and dialect dance in her brain

You may even find yourself of little importance
You had decided a long time ago
That you were never worth it
Because everything else was so messed up in your life
And it was your fault,now, wasn't it?
But I know it was never your doing
And she does too
Maybe this mysterious woman and I
Are one in the same
A little too understanding
A little too inviting
A little too forgiving
A little too naive
A little too in love
For our own good
After all, the girls who love lost boys
End up lost themselves