the truth is
you were useless
and i was too
when i met you
oh how we all have problems
oh how we all have problems
but me, mine, ive never stopped them as well as you have
because counseling and censorship
usually sinks ships
and i dont know how well it worked with you....
there you stood in the window-serve
and i didnt recognize you at first
but remember
just because i dont remember your name
or number, profession, or other
it doesnt mean that i dont remember your skin
wrapped up in the soft covers of another persons bed
and just because i dont remember the words you said
doesnt mean that i dont remember the way you had said them
and let them
fall of your lips
it doesnt mean that i dont remember your kiss
or your hips
or how it felt as my hands slide up the slip on your hip
but that was it
only one night
and it didnt feel right so i let it go
but now im here, standing drunk in a bar
and im too damn nervous to look you in the eye
and im too damn shy to even try to formulate words
im thinking about you so much it fucking hurts
and whats worst
is that i cant even remember your last name
let alone your first
butt, i saw you look back.
