Find something different to compliment me on,
Your “beautiful’s” are boring.
Stifling under a blanket of ordinary,
I feel death approaching as you drain the excitement out of me.
A star trying to find its place amongst clouds,
Light shining but mist so heavy it’s over – bearing.
We clash, like cymbals but only I can hear the ringing,
Seemingly you’ve muted the noise with declarations of love unfailing.
You’re running, I’m walking, in this two – legged race we’ve no chance of winning.
Fallen and crawling, yet you still see us crossing the finish line with banners waving?
As much as I would love to stay and graze my knees with you, I have to cut myself lose.
Standing, I’m free to leave, the possibilities are endless without you tied to me.
Walking on the moon, or maybe flying to Mars, eating chocolate till I burst,
Or wearing what I want to bars.
Baby, this isn’t an issue of neglect,
It’s simply me voicing what we both didn’t want to accept.