It's About You
"Wine's an aphrodisiac," they say,
So I let me fill up my chalice until it overflowed over the flowers in my lungs-
I don't think I can clean it up, you know.
You remind me of someone I am supposed to know,
Or maybe you don't at all look like them-
Maybe it's just the way I choose to think of you.
Do you think it's wrong for me to muse you?
I hope you don't-
Because I'm only using the idea that I have of you.
I godify the few I like but maybe I should stop it,
Red flag and a half I see now-
Butterflies are dead, I'm drowning in déjà vu.
Have two real friends and you don't want more,
What a long ride up, what fast fall-
I feel bad for stopping you, I should just let you go.
Out of the three chances, lost one by treating me like daddy does,
"Us" doesn't work, it's not fair-
Not like you wanted it anyway, so I'm taking my heart back from you.
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