Not to want

I can't love anything.

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.