talk, talk

Mar 11, 2008 - 12:58 PM PST

Now, I can only picture what he'd say,

Something anyone would under far different circumstances,

and so it'd set the sour taste in my mouth everytime those things tried to come out.

"How could he," but how can you when you can't explain your own rotted riddles away.

Anymore these days, you picture how you'd say the truth,

A saint in the midst of an ill repute.

Try putting the blame for other problems while brushing off yours for the third time too many.

I'd fingered you for a sucker, and that's probably what drew me to you.

Because realistically, what do I have to offer up to your perfectly set table?

Things would be a clustered mess of stories til what was before stepped out and left an open place.

Never one to put up guard before letting in, soldifying that trap you laid for yourself.

Still convinced things weren't supposed to end up this way, and maybe not five years forward.

Fast forward and someone might be filling that spot at all the right times.