The Mess

I'm obsessed

With the mess

From the bed

That you made

When you stayed

Even though that you said that it was done but it was late and you were hungry

And the sheets lay a three course meal

You don't wanna date

You rather wait

Until this June, because

That is when your eighth dimension Angels promised you that they'd deliver someone better

A perfect fit for you

No, I'm not sad

Hell if anything I'm glad about it

I've been waking up each day

In an anxious-red-flag-panic

Knowing that I'm not the one but not knowing just

How to let you know

Wanted you to leave though. Wanted you to leave

Wanted you to leave though. Wanted you to leave

You're trying on my skill sets

Like I try on brand new clothes

Saying I'm competitive each time that I oppose

And I suppose there is some truth there

And sometimes it's way too close to home

No, I'm not sad

Hell if anything I'm glad about it

I've been changing past replies

To dictate future text-tone sonnets

Knowing that I'm not the one but not knowing just

How to let you go

Wanted you to leave though. Wanted you to leave

Wanted you to leave though. Wanted you to leave

Wanted you to leave though. Wanted you to leave