One Is Better Than Two

I hope she gets there, Wherever she's going, However far; however high, Always off running; I know she'll fly, Can no longer be her wingman, I've got to land and nurse this tan, Burning I was so close to the sun, Might as well have had a gun To my head ready to blow Away my brain red in the snow, I didn't want to see the truth, Even as she pulled each tooth Told me it was nothing And I believed everything Even as I questioned it all So this house of cards will fall, Because I was delusional and willing To follow her thinking it a good feeling; But who am I to love or need; I've never wanted, never paid heed To any pretty face around me All failing to be anything I should see Instead just going with my flow And her splendor? Just mop n glow Blinding yes; but not glue Therefore one IS better than two, This road has diverged; split and ended; While it lasted; knowing her was splendid...