it's always you, but it's never me.
i know you know,
and you know i know,
that we can't move forward.
timing is everything
and we are nothing right now.
i mean everything i say,
and what i cannot say i surely will write.
i've written a hundred times
how intricate and sinking my love is.
you are what i see
when i shut my eyes.
then again, it is all inside my head.
i write everyone's story before i let it happen
and i make it impossible for anyone
to live up to these impeccable standards.
nobody can withstand the havoc i reap.
i'm nearly too severe for my own mind,
how should i expect you to care for me
in a way i cannot care for myself?
this all means nothing and i'm just a fool
drunk off of cheap vodka
and the thoughts provoked
by the way you say my name.
won't you just say my name.