I'm not trusted with much,
I'm not known for pulling through
If I can't keep a sweater then how can I keep you?
I read out words of a song, lost in my head
And in it I spoke of you
I don't regret a single word I said
It's 4:30 and I can't fall asleep
The morning beckons me up on your porch I lay at heap
It's 4:30, what did I misunderstand?
Continuing to lay awake reaching for your hand
My paintbrush softly grazes her temple
Unfinished nooks reveal pent up stress
I've exuded my energy and now I pull further to you
And I remain a pain in the neck, but