You probably know him
Better than me,
Maybe you're the reason why
He always gets cold feet
When he's close to meThe reason why he acts like
Im a porcelain doll
Getting ready to fall
Only thing is
Im not gonna fall at allSee you're the reason
He acts like he just got
Burned by the stovetop
And now that he knows that
It's so hot every time he gets
Close he comes to a stopSee, that's why he's always
Keeping a close eye on me
Trying to make sure we see
Eye to eye
Maybe that's why he always gets
So highLike a kite,
He never wants to fight
He just wants everything
To be alright
But its never alrightWhen you're walking on eggshells
And you're in hell
Constantly looking behind youDid y'all ever have sex
I know its none of my business
I know this but maybe his
The couch could be a witnessMaybe she'll let me in
On the shit that you tried
And maybe she'll tell me
Why he's really fucked up inside
Is it cause you lied?Okay, I admit it,
Maybe this wasn't my business
But don't come to my house
And wreck it up
Then leave me with the damage
And tell me to build it back upTo his ex
I just wanna know
Are you the reason he has
Trust issues?
Are you the reason why
Every time mention
Another guy his face gets all blue
Or maybe it's from disgust
When he has thought about youTo his ex
I wanna know why
You had decided
To waste his time
Actually never mind
Cause you really wasted mineBut hey,
I mean it's fine
You made yourself look bad
Now it's time for me
To give him something
That he never hadSo I guess I'm glad
In a way, but the words
"Thank you" isn't something
I would ever want to saySo to his ex
You really messed up
I thought things were bad
But I guess I lucked upWhy'd you had to go do that?
You don't understand huh?
You exes are the reason
Why we can't have nice thingsSo yeah
You probably know him
Better than me
You probably know all of
The things that make him
Get real meanAnd I know you know
The reason why
He doesn't want to get close to meBut to his mess
I mean ex
I'll rebuild the house
You tore downThe home you messed up
So now it's worn outAnd ill build a mansion,
Something greater,
It'll take some time
But I know it'll be worth it laterMaybe she can take some notes
I'll make this a letter
So she knows I do it better
And ill make it out
To his ex
YOU ARE READING
Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet