Joke's on me

She told me I was to full of myself.
I told her not to be jealous, she could also be full of me.
She said I was disgusting.
I asked, how do you think I feel?
She told me no one had ever ruined a good first impression this fast.
I said, if speed impresses you, I think we will do just fine.
She left.
That was quick.

Oh, I just got the joke.


- P -

Ouch

Who knows what you're hiding behing those stargleaming,
green wonderful eyes of yours.
Sucked me in, they did.
Shining like you know all the secrets.
And I'm lost in their implies.

What is a freak like you doing in a classy place like this, anyway?
Some kind of twisted half-funny conversation,
where I can't tell if you're joking or not.
The words that come out of this girl.
I'm actually intrigued.
She tells me about a boring boyfriend and that this right here,
can't possibly end well.
I'm sold.

Now there's a road I haven't really wandered down before.
I''ve been on some connecting streets, but never this far down.
If I had half a brain I shouldget out now.
But as the good christian boy I am,
if I'm spanked too hard, I just turn the other cheek.
I guess indulgence goes both ways.


- P -

Longest decade in years

Romance isn't enough for me anymore.
I want it to be, but romance could never live up to it self.
I've been alone for so long now, I can't take people liking me.
I don't like me, why should you?

But then, why do I fall in love with every girl giving me the slightest attention?
A smile, a look, a touch. I'm seen.

But why fall in love at all,
when I know you're gonna end up leaving me, anyway.
I'm not seen.
You can not read me like an open book,
and I'm not very good at reading out loud.
Besides, I don't want someone who can read me like an open book.
I want someone I want to open up to.

Romance is so hyped up it can't possibly last in everyday life.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, I guess.
It won't last, because I'm sure it won't last.

And after all that, this is the bottom line.


- P -

See these eyes so red

You said hello, pleased to meet you, and we went to bed.
And we didn't get out.
But I couldn't get in.

You want to let go of something.
I can feel the doubt in your kiss. And I love it.
You always seem like you want to say something, but then don't.
Break it up to look away for a while, take a breath as you begin to speak, and then we're back.
Put out the fire with gasoline, why don't you.

What a way to spend the better part of this year.
And I'm pretty sure it will be the better part.


- P -