Ticking of a clock.

It begins with the ticking of a clock

pulsing the beats to your steel like soul

May the seconds pass quickly

like how you passed from my bed.

 

Baby, it's fine

I know what you think of me

How can you be serious about me

When I walk around with glitter eyes

what are you supposed to do with the girl

who sings loudly and badly on the train?

 

You know what you are supposed to do...

 

Leave-

 

On the first bus to sanity

Parachute out of the madess

and land in the soft of your perfect girl.

 

Baby don't worry about me

I am totally used to it

This heartache from you, familiar

 

How could it be anything else

when my wild heart refuses to change for your love?

 

But can I be honest?

I am pounding my mind fists

into the floor

Hoping through tears that

just because you don't love me

enough to not be scared

of my fear, my eccentric heart

that doesnt mean that out there

somewhere

there isn't a more perfect version

 of the man I thought you were.

 

and he woud burn my heart with his love of me

 

And all the tick tock seconds I wasted on you

will vanish like the fleeting flash flood attention you gave me

while doors and windows were closing my bright lights

from the people you love more than me.