barely listening
shake your head
pretend you didnt see
the telephone ringing
and caller ID telling you its me...

wait...no...

im so much better in the un-typical way
i still bring you flowers; you still make my day
so whats the bother, where have i gone wrong
another bleeding heart of a romance already gone...

so what if i screwed it up; so what if my bowels bleed on a daily basis; so much blood and gore; aching heart an open sore; festering wounds that cannot get healed; everyday another layer gets peeled; backwards and forwards; surprising the lot of us; nothing but cowards and im locked in the trunk...