Mileage
02 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
Sometimes my imagination runs wild
And I have to pull it back in
Expectations are a dangerous thing
When I saw you last night I was full of shit
So ready to let time speed up
Giving my every hope a resistant touch
Now my bed smells of shame
But there ain’t no one left to blame but me
Now I’ve got your number
But you’re just another face
I’ve got to learn to set free
We sat in your car for miles
And you couldn’t look at me the same
Your hand up my skirt the night before
Becomes just a history that can’t be changed
You smile at me with tired eyes
And tell me to let it go
Well I guess if neither of us remember it
It didn’t happen so
Maybe we should stay sober and in control
Next time we will fight it
Let it all just stay in
Forget we ever wanted something
More than we could get
Maybe we should stay home and protest
That love can’t happen when you’re too busy drinking
Drowning your soul in ways to forget
The many nights you spent kidding yourself
Loving only to regret
