I’m in a situation
I’m out of love and into it
I’m on the dime of ten
But would sun tract anything
Just to be on cloud nine
I fantasized as he took my hand
Eyes closed I had no idea who was which
Maybe I was the witch
To lay between my own feelings
And haunt their minds
I thought they knew
At least one of them
Maybe both
Wait we all knew
The moments of I love you
Is it possible to love
Can it be real
Can I honestly feel different
With each
I’m pouring out my thoughts
And they hold their buckets
Shuffle thru them
Dump them
Only to return and throw it all in my face
I can’t erase or go back
Yet you stand here
Asking me not to break us
But we are broke
Broke in…