Poems of Ex lovers

8. Mr social

You said "we've got something like one or two problems"
And I don't have any power invested in me to solve them
I think about it sometimes, and sometimes is often
It's like something died, leaving this rotten
feeling between us. If I was a believer I'd call upon Jesus
But he'd probably direct to Cupid
And he'd ask us why the fuck did we do this
But let's be honest. We are careless. We are stupid.
And what cupid touches, cupid ruins

Thinking about it now, your words were always exaggerated
It's not you, it's just this darker side of me thats more opinionated
And under liberated. You say you want me and she debates it
And because of her, I understand what you're feeling
But you're always too high to give it any meaning
Too high to realize that ecstasy can be deceiving

It's like I bought and sold
This idea of a love so pure, a love so golden
And molten in faith and loyalty
Well, that idea fucked me over ever so royally
I'm scared of commitment and all that it's brought to me
Including you, but don't take it personally
I just keep reminiscing on what we could've been

I unprofessed my love
I washed my mouth, I bleached my tongue
My dreams are far from reach and maybe I'm too young
Maybe you're ignorant. But we both weren't listening
When lovers land claimed us as non-citizens
In their land, we're nothing but immigrants
I don't belong there, but you do...with someone else
I offered some help by calling things off
I kept telling myself you're better off
Saying that your happiness is the greater cause
Cause no miracle is coming down from heaven to save us

Potatoe's note: last one. I promise