Believe me when I said
I wish I chose these words instead
I would rewrite them but I'm not much of a poet
And all of our friends all gathered there
I wanted to ask but I just stare
I found a strand of your hair on my Jawbreaker shirt
Everyone believes
In their own bullshit
You have cigarette breath
And I just can't quit
I'm afraid of the quiet
That comes along with it
So I just swallow the words
And choke on them
And you go walking in your garden
Where everything is dead
"If you loved them you would water them anyway"
No, no you treat me like a book
So many pages overlooked
I wonder if you'll buy my story this time
And I guess owe a debt
I should just pay it off instead
I really want things to work out this time
And it feels like pulling teeth
To see which one of us cares the least
If I didn't why would I even try?
