If I had your audacity,
I'd rearrange my words more than slightly
to tell you how ashamed of you I am,
But maybe it's more than me.
It's your forceful, situational, feigned empathy.
You're coming clean,
but you've denied responsibility.
Between you and me,
I'm not buying anything,
But then again I could be wrong.
Maybe I'm looking
for someone to place the blame on.
I've heard that assuming
falsely assesses you and me as things,
and goddammit I'm guilty of it.
I should learn
to bite my tongue
and save my voice for something along the lines of confession.
Between you and me,
I'm not proud of anything.
But then again I could be wrong.
Maybe I'm looking
for someone to place the blame on.
Maybe,
I shouldn't be
so wrapped up in your course of action,
I'm definitely playing detective.
If I keep this up,
Who knows if I'll have friends to speak of
or for anymore?
But then again I could be wrong.
Maybe I'm looking
for someone to place the blame on.
Maybe,
I shouldn't be
so wrapped up in your course of action,
I'm definitely playing detective.
But then again I could be wrong.
Maybe I'm looking
for someone to place the blame on.
Between you and me,
I'm not proud of anything.
