wild eyed and wasted,
you picked me up, told me i was amazing,
i don't know why, but i'll keep on falling
if it means you'll find me again.
i hate the way you came out of nowhere,
at the worst possible time,
you said all the right things,everything i didn't need to hear,
i don't know why, but i'll listen to insults,
if you'll whisper in my ear.
i hate how i braved the cold,
wind whipped with bloodshot eyes,
drawn from sleep to find you,
i don't know why, but i'd still pound this pavement,
the second you ask me to.
i hate how you promised, with sincere eyes,
to give me everything i never asked for,
and looking in them made me want it to,
now i know it wasn't real, and i don't know why
but i can't run away from you.
- January 6th, 2007