Sittin At The Table

chapter 2

Mismatched socks

Half dressed

I don't remember you leaving the house dressed like that

I don't know where you been

It was daylight

Before I kissed you last

Its dark as midnight

Your story doesn't add up where you said you were

But baby you weren't?

Lost for words

Your kisses say forever

But your actions runaway at the alter

Baby say I do

But I know that you won't

Last forever

Morning rises

You don't remember the night

Is it the drugs

Baby you drink too much

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Tell me more sugar

You don't even pick up my calls anymore

Thats ok

For a basket case

You won't look for me anymore anyways

if you do

I look at the moon and think of you cause at least I know where ever I am you are and wherever the moon is you'll see and think of me

its sad but true

I think you took my sock and that is why I am mismatched

and you have the sock I've destroyed my room searching for

but deep down I think I was just looking for you in an endless pile of clothes on the floor next to a poem written from you

my love is confused.