Listen: you're just the worst
I met in my life. You made me
your man. I made you his wife,
'cause I never quite can come up
second, you see.
You're just the worst 'cause
you're tied with me.
When you're tied for first
there is no number two.
That's so much the magic
we each saw in you. It struck
up the magic we each found
in us.
It was how you and I each
needed to be. Tied for first
growing worst so fast
you can't trust
You're just the worst I met
in my time. I made you my
woman and you made you
mine, every step every aim
destroying what's ours: vows,
rings, homes and houses in
hotel bars.
I'm just the worst, now you
knew it was so. Time to break
down all the news and go.
We're just the worst, 'cause
we tried to be. We were tied
for first best, now
we'll never
be free.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Anything you have to say - question, critique, interpretation, praise or rebuke - is received with gratitude and interest.
If it looks like spam and contains a link, though, it will not be published. I will cherish it to myself, instead. Thank you!