I don't know what's gotten into me with this sudden cliche rhyming scheme but God, I pray it goes away.
and if you had taken me away,
the way you said you knew how
you'd be sitting in a motel with me
regretting that anxious vow
you dealt to me anticipating
that I'd give my life to you, but
I never knew how to say
"there's so little I can do"
as you twirl hair in your fingers
that isn't exactly yours
my envy is pulling for tears
as I hear her screaming "more" and
I hear the seconds go on
I'm wondering if I'd ever find
the next to nothing we shared
in the far edge of your mind.
