I dreamed a poem you wrote
and pretended it was about me
I have already shown you everything I am.
Now that I have told you my insecurities and fears and
the rage that I keep.
I have even shown you my bad timing and my
I have shown you everything I am.
And it doesn’t get any better than that.
You will never see me prettier,
or smarter than
you already have.
The truth is
I make so many mistakes
I cannot even count them.
So what is left,
is all that there is.
As good as it gets.
Can you love me like this?
A failing nation’s last pride…
And we fight,
We have created something out of growing misunderstandings.
We are nothing but an everlasting mistake.
That’s what we were,
a series of misunderstandings.
Your words, my feelings, our sleep.
Sorry I misunderstood, baby
You see, we don’t like to take these words lightly
I always thought you were the kind of guy
That would rather remain silent
Instead of lie
So whatever you said
I took to heart
And I am trying to do justice
To what we have
To what we are
But, darling, I am terrified of life