Better Things To Do

Better things to do

Your constant rambling 

that failure was close at hand 

backfired spilling ink 

all over your game plan 

Locked inside my sterile womb 

where the undertow will take you soon 

rain drops reflected in your eyes 

mirror memories of the past 

Now I'm cast off to the side 

now that I'm all used up 

the lies that fed our lives 

have slowly fallen to the truth

dissipating chances 

disappointing awkward second glances 

And now too late I realize 

there are better things to do 

Distilled the memory of your last kiss 

now it burns like poison gas 

your half-hearted apology curdled 

the minute that it was said 

Adding up the seconds we’re alone 

searching for your heart’s black hole 

dusty black and white photographs 

that have been torn to shreds 

I’ll be her shoulder to cry 

on a shelter from the storm 

collector of her hopes dreams and fears 

like I’ve been all those years before 

She won’t let me leave 

but she doesn’t want me to stay 

and I like it that way… yes I like it that way… 

Sorry things didn’t work out 

the way we thought they should 

you insisted from the starting gun 

that you knew they never would 

Waking in cold sweats late at night 

to find out you’re not by my side 

but the moonlight brings more comfort 

than you would ever give