god, i never realized how tightly i wrapped myself around your finger
there are bands of rope around my chest and i can't breathe
i'll have to cut and hack my way out of these knots somehow.
in another life, perhaps i could make you pancakes in the morning.
and we can talk about everything while the sun saunters upward
and perhaps i'll have the courage to tell you i love you.
but for now, you'll answer your phone that rings every twenty minutes
and you'll find your way into his arms each night
and i'll drag myself out of this mess
and tell you that i'm happy, in the hopes that it'll be true one day
















