“you know i didn’t mean it.”
if that were true, why would you have said it?
is it infamous for no other reason?
do you believe if you use this verse you’re covered?
now you’re forgiven, life goes on…

“i said ‘i’m sorry’ already.”
as if the saying has been you’re ultimate sacrifice?
now that you have given the two magic words up, i no longer have the right to hurt?
once the apologetic phrase passes your lips all livid sentences previous lost meaning?
now you feel better, you can sleep quietly…

“can’t you let anything go?”
you are so devious playing it known i am the one with the black heart
less than a seven minute dispute and the guilty is piercing insults into my tab
your lunacy is insurmountable and groundbreaking but genesis may be closer
now you can see you this time, and learn…

hope you can exonerate me, exert yourself and move from this once…
because i won’t know, sorry isn’t good enough and i can’t let it go again.

has sex become strictly for recreation than (intentional) procreation? has all love, romance and the promise of a future relationship washed from our minds when we hop into bed? quickies, illegitimate kids and one-night stands…

noticing all the couples with the only common interests of alcohol and the lack of responsibility. watching people break each other’s characteristics apart with nothing other than their insecurity keeping them listening makes my night more depressing than daytime. we all know those that are together and no one can figure out quite why other than they are either fucking or fighting. the relationship that gives all others a bad name.

i know those of you who are saying sex is sex…
alright, so be it. but how often do you find both partners who feel that way? one usually has feelings involved and if you force something like that and it’s wrong - it ends up with a relation-shit that symbolizes everything no one wants to be around and usually a bastard child named kaley or michala or kayla or …la
because they’re all the same age and have had the same damn names picked out since they were 15 and had the idea of getting knocked up.
i love YOU! but you know who i’m talking about - the ones we wish would grow up!
which i’m sure is too much to ask

“aw, you have a baby… in a bar…?”

you will continue to be phased out
how could i be the only one
you’re sweetly waiting my sound
we’re just another broken couple
it’s never going to be the same again
again is all i ever seem to know
again is what we all seem to enjoy

today is better than yesterday
my cliches are stronger than i’d hoped for
all i can do is dream for more
commercial music plays in the background
my books are read and reread
i still know nothing… again
i still believe he’ll choose wrong… again

my pessimistic views make me cry
my optimistic views make me doubtful
everything is because of me
the road moves while i drive
i’m at a standstill
who can compete with the past
gibberish makes more sense to me than a real conversation
medication doesn’t numb or heal or fake or right
nothing is more than you
we are we and us and me

if i didn’t say it, then you said it for me
there aren’t any time machines
but if there were, what would i change?
i don’t think regret is the best word…
but i wasn’t perfect so, i’d be an idiot to say no
of course i’d do it another way

your love would’ve been good enough
money would’ve been enough
my finger would still be yours
your love would still be mine

i watch the ones we loved and
the ones who loved us back
they walk down an aisle smiling and lasting…
i wish for your happiness and your sadness in synchronicity
is her smile on the phone enough to make your day better?
do you wish for a time machine?
or would you play another day out without me?
if i knew what i know

your love would’ve been good enough
money would’ve been enough
my finger would still be yours
your love would still be mine

no one can go back
the world moves on
a knife won’t change anything
your voice still hurts
and we’re held alone
good luck to moving on
and to the future of a time machine

your love would still be mine
until then…