Any Other

Where you are, it wears off
when there are things to do without you
but it isn’t often, is it awful when my thoughts
are coming through?
My small talk is fucking blue when I am too.
And it’s your fault, when it’s not my fault.
When the blame lies with the weakest,
this is hopeless, i’ll never notice when I
drop my guard, I’m a goner, i’ve got to be
stronger but I’ve got to get along.
But i’m still down to hang around
through and through
no such company as you in this world.
I know I ask a lot but i’m really truly not
wanting more than any other girl.
So I saw you at seventeen.
You saw me four years later with a chip
on my shoulder, a broken arm,
an engagement gone all wrong,
so much heavier and older
is that really what you want?
am i really what you want?
'cause you’ll still be what I want
when you’re over me and gone
no, i’m never moving on
only hope is i’ll be stronger than I thought.