every little trickle every little drop every time you ride me to the edge then suddenly stop every time i say i love you then wait for a thousand years to hear, you maybe mumble something that’s close enough to fool my ears that I can declare this evening a roaring success Confident there was a reason I even woke up and got myself dressed. the girls at school they swooned over a knight adorned in white so love drunk on the fairy tale they could never see it right the reason that the gallant wear colors oh so bright is to blind the naive maidens with their overwhelming light so we believe they saved our lives while scores of pawns that made heroics possible scamper out of sight. I could try to find something better… I could change myself to suit some idea of the future I could lose 10 pounds, I could eat less junk I could force myself into a trad wife husk but instead I’m rotting in my bed and I think I’ll stay there the rest of the night. certain, there is no reason for my dreams to take flight.
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