Disinterested flirtations with a knack for disappointment. Confusing relations, like fateful designs. Connections and failure to impress, a long way down from the top.
Words without meaning, scrambled and spilled all over the place. The voices in the wind say that brown eyes can see through lies.
So what if I’m desperate? So what if I give my all? Yes, I feel alone but in the big grey picture of nothing, it doesn’t matter.
Break down the deep to the primal. Give way to your instincts and let yourself go. We don’t know each other but I’ve got your name on my arm.
The cigarette flickers and dies. May we never know what could’ve been. You’re too cool for my cheesy poetry anyway.