Happendings

i'msorrythere'sgottabeabetterwaytodothisbutyougottaknowit'sjustthat

when i

wrote you that

letter, all

scribbles and

nothings i

kissed every

page although

i knew that

you'd never know

i was all

kinds of ******

up and i

don't mean i

was on some

thing this time

just that you

make me feel

nervous and

cautious, like

i want you

to think i'm

smart think i'm

charming and

worthwhile

and you see

i'm not so

used to that

because for

me it's so

easy to

tell them it

means nothing

tell them i'm

not looking

and that's what

i want what

i wanted

where i was

but then i

lifted my

gaze that day

from my thoughts

to the way

your laugh would

follow up

from the words

off my tongue

and noticed

i could not

care less bout

anything

else else else

so then we

kept it all

going and

you know how

it happens

one look sticks

too long and

there lies the

problem, so

so you push

and you push

and i get

pushed a

way but i'll

just keep on

talking i'll

just keep on

crossing my

digits that

there's something

there's something

there's something

there's something

cause the way

i see it

i think you're

just scared i

think that you're

scared of the

things i could

make you feel

maybe it's

because of

what they did

to you be

fore we met

but for one

reason or

another

that's just the

way that it

is but i

will not be

okay with

that be just

fine with it

'cause i see

through your ****

so i push

and i push

and you feel

pushed away

but that's the

opposite

effect i'd

like my ac

tions to take

so what do

i say what

can i do

i get out

the bottles

i get out

the dealers

i play through

charades and

i smile

and smile

and i wait

and all of

the while

there's this thought

floating a

round in the

back of my

head and it's

just your name

how it would

feel so nice

to say feel

so nice to

feel like it

was my name

to say was

my name to

hold onto

but then i

get pulled back

to present

timing and

it floats all

the way back

to the back

of my head

then i pick

up old ways

then i sigh

old habits

to replace

what i want

what i want

and i get

lost and get

lost and get

lost and get

lost til i'm

found but til

then i get

lost and get

lost and get

lost and get

lost and well

when i wrote

you that let

ter i was

all kinds of

****** up

and when i

read it i

burned it and

when i burned

it i saw

your name at

the top turn

to ash and

blow away

and it killed

me it killed

me it did

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