It's just like you to contest

You wear it like a label on your breast

Don't you see what this takes of me?

A certain callousness complies with your charm & in your pride

A hopeful look draped in despise.



I want to give you whatever you need.

What is it you need?

Is it what I need?

I want to give you whatever you need.

What is it you need?

Is it within me?



It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.

It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.

There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you.

We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.

From you, from you.



The harder I push the further I fall.

Well you don't mind me being headstrong.

But you don't want to sing along.

Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong



Trying not to be . . .

Trying not to be wrong