I’m sorry I’m a bad observer,
And feel like I don’t want to go further.
Because I really do but, sometimes I just hurt her.
Because of who I am
And Who she wishes I could be.
But again, I’m sorry babe.
I really don’t deserve her.
So I’ll try again
Fall flat on my face
Enjoy the pain
Push the space that I’ve been creating between us
It’s what I get for spilling my guts
And not being able to trust
And I get put on the shelf
Isn’t it great, always feeling like someone can take your place
Isn’t it great, always feeling like she could do better
I overthink and sometimes like to drink away the thoughts
Shut my eyes, fall asleep
Knowing that you will wake up too/to,
Her fragile smile, her salmon lips
But, you always expect for the frown
That never turns upside down
Especially when you’re around
Isn’t it great, always feeling like someone can take your place
Isn’t it great, always feeling like she could do better
Never listening, staring at the ground
But it’s funny how I know the way
She moves her hips
Or the color of her lips
Or the way she bites her fingertips
I guess I’m just a bad observer
Just hope I’ll never push enough to lose her