You said you were unhappy far too many times
What could i do to change your mind?
Do i hold myself responsible?
Sometimes
Doesn't the grass seem greener on that side?
Why don't you go and take a bite?
Won't you give into your animal and try?
Constant,
An animosity scratching at your door as you sleep
Plug your ears, return to dreaming so you can ignore the roar
Your timing, poor form
Youth says i could be happy
I could let it slide
Allow you to love me half the time
Do i fear that's insurmountable?
Sometimes
I had felt uneasy otherwise
How could you let me feel so blind?
Seems you take me as an obstacle sometimes
Suddenly,
Animosity breaks the lock
Climbs in bed with me
Whispers in my ear of all the hurt i have endured before
Your timing, poor form
