Every time I fall in love,
lust, or
loss
I think \"that\'s all\"... the gall
Rampant thoughts begin to race the track
They lap; I clap,
and make my \"winning\" bets
While those damn butterflies plot a heart attack
Wings flap; I snap,
then swear off gambling
While lighting up a cigarette
I\'m a lover, not a liar: I don\'t even smoke
The occasional blunt, sure, but I just felt like I needed to rhyme
In time,
in time,
good time,
I\'ll stop telling myself the fabricated facts
From love, the fall of Her before
It always ends with forevermore;
the irony
To let in love, the type that lasts
I\'ll never know if I never ask
Knock knock
Who\'s there?
It\'s you, my dear,
if you listen close
Past twenty-two I\'ve closed the door
No more, no more
I love myself far more than that
I love to love far more than that
I\'ll let in real love much more, in fact
The love, lust, and loss have guided me
I take the re(a)d as confirmation.