Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Nothing Better.
Will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

That you're deserting for better company

I can't accept that it's over...

And I will block the door like a goalie tending the nets

In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry...



So just say how to make it right

And I swear I'll do my best to comply.



Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bridebeau and slowly growing old together?



i feel i must interject here...

you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself here

with these revisions and gaps in history

so let me help you remember

i've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.

i've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave...

So Please Back Away And Let Me Go.



I can't my darling, I love you so...

But oh, oh...



Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better

Than making you my bridebeau and slowly growing old together?



don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future.

your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.



I know that I have made mistakes and I swear

I'll never wrong you again.



you've got allure i can't deny

but you've had your chance so say goodbye

say goodbye...








Nothing better at all.
I want to curl up in a ball under my covers
and stay there forever.
Comments (1)