| It began sometime last week
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| The feeling that most everything was changing for the worse
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| All the triggers pulled at once
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| So begins my ugly fall from grace — again
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| I made myself delusional, the noble stab at staying upbeat
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| It was only for a while
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| Tried my best to radiate through hurricanes and double eights
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| The pair split into two
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| Talking points from up on high
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| Watch me walk the ledge, I am comfortable out here by myself
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| You could never reach me here
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| Words distroted in the wind, landing softly there beneath the trees
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| Our trip to California, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you
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| Put down the cell phone, and try to be with me
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| Did you see me disappear like vapor rolling through the hills
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| And then, the silence of your name
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| I never found the trust I needed from you
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| Everything you did was making me wonder
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| My biggest mistake was taking you back
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| Again and again
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| Couldn’t forgive the things that you did
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| I’m glad it worked out for you, but
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| You’re only fooling yourself if you think you won’t do it
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| Again and again
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| Sad attempts at poetry, sad attempts at happiness
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| The sadness of reality
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| I’m OK, I’ve been OK, I’ll stay OK
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| I took the bullets from the carport, toossed them in my backpack
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| Placed a set of keys inside the grill
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| I left the title to the house inside the piano bench
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| And my lawyer’s got the will |