It wasn’t you
I was as blind as I could be.
It wasn’t you, it was me.
I had to find a girl more like me in the bars.
I was the guy who was corporate-clean.
My star was rising up AT&T.
Then I saw you in your blue jeans.
I had to know what I could buy you that night.
Your curls looked so heavenly in the moonlight.
I had to build you castles in the sand.
You were the cool girl I could never understand.
You were the darling of everyone in the band.
You stretched me like a rubber band until my heart snapped.
You never came. You never blamed. You never cried.
You just sat there stone faced when I dumped you.
Now I’m texting you again from the bar.
I’m going far. I’ll buy that car. Do you still miss me?
I’m on my way to that corner office.
In five years I’ll be worth my weight in gold.
Please never unfriend me on Facebook.
I wasn’t just some one night stand.
You were nothing I ever could have planned.
Follow me on Twitter. Please don’t be bitter.
I have to find that girl who's more like me.
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