Untitled, But I Am Sorry.

out on the floor
with the girl at the door
i’ve lost myself, i see;
she won’t ask
but i won’t tell
i’m blown off course at sea;

i drift by —
when no one’s eyes
are on me.

stuck in the mud
with myself undone
and i can not get free;
she wont speak
but i can tell
she blames it all on me;

i will lie —
if we survive
i will let her free.

caught wrapped up
with the girl he loved
and this time it was me;
so he left town
and she left home
her heart was torn in three;

she gets by —
by closing her eyes
without me.

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