Within my own shattered mind
It's the blind tying ties that bind
Spilling wreckage on this wretched crusade
Maybe you win, cause baby I'm plagued
Thoughts of you and the next "her" swirl
Hell, I prefer to just call her another call girl
I may have set the pace
Ended the chase
But I'll admit that in another time or place
It would have been me and you
Who knows what you're up to?

Guess I need to go back to dreaming
Take a break from feeling
Didn't want a ring
But if this is dealing
Then I'm not dealing
I'll skip the wish you wells
Keep it real and hope she fails

© 2014 Peach