I sit alone inside my crowded room
a wounded face not mine is fading soon
this inattention is defeating me
I lie alone between two king size beds
on cold wood floors I keep bumping my head
that line was so sad I could nearly cry
but why
if I know I’m so blessed
then why do I push you to test
this Johnny knows how to pull back the pin
and kill the love that some great wish might send
and then it happens all over again
on perfect stormy no cloud days
it’s circular this world and all we do
the best and worst always comes back to you
I’m no exception and I’m really through
…with you
if I know I’m so blessed
then why do I push you to test
by now you might just understand my dear
don’t mean to condescend but listen dears
you go ‘round once and then it disappears
beside a single glass of half filled years
so just decide as you sit at the cafe’s
to order sweet and smile at her face
and see the miracle that sooths our race
on perfect stormy no cloud days