I can't hold my hand steady
Keep my face
I lose it all
Buckling in the crush
Your wit you listen
I think at least
And wrong isn't the word
Desperate isn't the feeling
Maybe more like in the way
Scarlett O'Hara Green gown staring down
Wanting something getting nothing.
All that time wasted
What did you say? Could you come again? Finding fuel to take us back
In time
And that what passes us
Is all the time
And when I asked you to drive me to California and you said to rent a car and then I knew.
You don't have the time for me and I guess I don't either
I can barely afford moments with myself
And why do I feel like shit and why do I go there
Trying to be somewhere with you but
We never even left we never were even
Walking side by side but you take off
Motorbike just right
And I get it wrong every single time.
The moral or the parable
Is that always, forever, until the end of time. If someone wants to be in your life they'll be in it. No hard feelings, no forced hands...they'll be there or at least try and then you'll know.
