And here I am as I was before. And here I am as I was before. And here I am as I was before. I thought for sure it would happen this time. I just knew it would happen this time. Had a feeling. Instinct. Bull. Naive. Our moment has passed. Passed over. Forgotten. Let go.
Should I think about redundancies like “what did I do wrong,” or “was it something I said,” or “was it the kiss goodnight that turned you off?” Maybe you’re just a prick and it had nothing to do with me at all.
How do I use this to my advantage? How do I forget about your carelessness? I have deleted your phone number from my phone and burned the hard copy in the sink. I’m still in the process of burning you from my mind. Suffice to say I really liked you which hasn’t happened to me in quite some time. So did you get laid last night, maybe picked up a girl or two at the bar? Did you take full advantage of your one night stay here in H-town? I don’t understand this situation. I don’t understand you. I feel like a complete idiot. I was actually looking forward to seeing you all week. By the way, have you seen Jesus lately?