Cajoling me into falling for you.
I was a helpless spirit,
And you always knew the right things to say.
Yet, I couldn’t bear it.
The thought of you, it brings melancholy feelings
lurking deep within my ribs.
And our minds start over-thinking,
knowing clearly that we’re anything but compatible.
But it’s this diminishing spark,
a flickering glint of a lighthouse
deep into a starless night.
A gasoline lamp glowing,
illuminating the good old days
which is the fallacy that maybe once,
you were as messed up as I am.