West of Atlantic
And more sycophantic
I find myself waxing
The hopeless romantic
In me
You used to see
I can't be
Passing you judgement
Withholding for suspense
Our futures together
Always in the past sense
Happy
We were. Are we?
Spinning infinity waits
Chosen at random she hates
To be the odd one out every time
To be the odd one out she opines
"Fine, fine, at least it's mine"
Visiting familiar haunts
Things that she knows that she wants
To be the odd one out every time
To be the odd one out she opines
"Fine, fine, at least it's mine"