Hurricane

You shimmer like the Northern Star
And I’m just the guy with the
Telescope on the ground
You’re rushing like a waterfall and I’m just the
dribbling of a faucet that won’t turn off
I got concrete shoes, and you’re
strapped to rockets,
If it’s sink or swim, then I’m swiftly drowning
I’m on the ocean floor and you’re out of the atmosphere
Why do I not see this coming?
The more I try, the less you’re enamored
When it all plays out, well
who was I kidding?
To say you’re out of my league
doesn’t start to explain it
I’m a drop of rain and
baby you’re a hurricane
I whipped out the big
guns, aimed to impress,
centered those cross-hairs on your chest
crossed my
fingers, pulled the trigger
just hoping for the best
you probably wish the
bullet had caught my head
but it landed in my foot instead