when you walk (arms folded, long hair tied tight)
away from all the things you tried too hard to forget
i can see how much we always had in common.
we’re all heartsick, broke, and searching for direction.
keep up appearances. keep up the facade.
leaving us to ask the age-old-question,
“what the h*ll is wrong with girls these days?”
i can’t see far enough ahead to find out
which one of us is wasting our time,
but i’m pretty sure that the answer will come eventually.
you’re not as funny as i thought you would be before we