10/25/08

Heart Attack

If the good girl is gone, she's gone forever
Truth of the matter is... that seems to always work out better
At least for me, because I tend to sweep the keys
Under the door mat; because they always come back apologetically
Funny how a woman deaded me
When I forgot her first, she's just now moving on much less secretly
When I'm twenty miles down the road; I know it felt like a conniption
Fit to her... when all it really was were thoughts of me in her mind too frequently
Ha ha, I win again... isn't it all a game to them ?
I can't imagine how much it hurts when they find out I play the pen
If they're letting loose rockets, I call someone off the bench to fix the loose sprockets
Clean the game up, I NEVER take losses
Even if it's just the girl from Yonkers if I needed to talk
Or Vanessa down the block if I needed to spark
Get drunk and lay in her late, which rarely happens on a day to day
Seeing my ex-girlfriends all in the same hospital with the same change of fate
Every once in a while I lend them a visit
And every once in a while they ask me if I think I'm wrong for how I did them
The answer stays stagnant, we're opposites
We never attract like befuddled magnets, I hate birds that flock to him
Living with a vacant property, I start reading their charts
As I'm about to leave, I hear the wimpering start
And I find it funny each one was so deeply in love
But they fucked up in succession to get attacked by their own hearts

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