The apple of my eye the
twilight of my troubled youth
She hangs on. Dances. She
wants control...
Moves on from me like I
said she would not so
long ago
Right now Right now
The cynic in my heart hates that
9 times pulled apart from
10 times I keep trying
Again
The world The girl won't
Disappoint
That cynic bares the mark
Of knowing
Too too much
And right now he hates himself...
Right right now right now.
I'm spinning words to form a thought
To shape ideas from little dots
To spread the word
I miss you so
Right now now NOW Right now
You read them
And then
What?