5:05 p.m.
October 26, 2003
I’m learning. I’m yearning.

I’m burning all your stuff,

But that’s not enough.

I’m thinking that I’m aching:

Mistaking lust for love.

Thanks that was fun.

Don’t forget, no regrets (’cept maybe one)

Did I scare you when I dared you?

I stared you in the eye and told you good-bye.

You mocked me. it shocked me,

When you walked me to the bus.

Thanks that was fun.

Don’t forget, no regrets (’cept maybe one)

Made a deal, not to feel (god, that’s dumb)

Everybody knows the deal fell through.

I was hoping I could just blame you.

When was it that I became so soft?

This sentimentality doesn’t look good on me.

I thought that you would be begging to be with me.

I’m the one on my knees, blubbering,

"please, let me stay".

Deflated and jaded. i hate it when you call

(which isn’t at all)

I’ve spoken, though broken.

Here’s a token of my love.

Thanks that was fun.

Don’t forget, no regrets (’cept maybe one)

Made a deal, not to feel (god, that was dumb)

Don’t forget, no regrets (’cept maybe one)

Made a deal, not to feel.

Thanks that was fun.
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