There are a lot of things I can't have:
You
Your love
Your care.
I shouldn't be allowed your smile
Or to ask you truth or dare.
I shouldn't be given your warmth
Or your adoration;
I can't be trusted with precious things
They're my annihilation.
I want you so badly
But I haven't earned you yet.
I did a lot of things
That maybe I regret.
I want to make it right
But every time I try
I only make it worse;
I have no alibi.
I am such a horrible awful jerk
I refuse pets
I refuse animals
Because I refuse to get another
Because that feels like replacing her
And so I won't do it
But there are all these animals out there
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everybody!
What if it's not labor
What if I want to anyway
What if that was why I got out of bed every painful stupid day after the other
Fall is here and I fight nostalgia with every step
I am falling into the colored leaves like a child with crayons filled them in
The slightest cool breeze knocks me over
I love this time of year
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