Yes, I’m a fool
for thinking things would change
Left behind again
Oh, there you are
already miles down the road
(how do I look in your rear view?)
and I’m still standing here
wishing, waiting
wanting something I’ll never have
Why does this always happen?
One step forward,
stumble,
trip,
fall,
back to the start
staring at the taillights
forgotten
until the next time you need me
abandoned
because I’m not what you want right now
untouched
because that would mean feeling something
just hurry up and run me down
get it out of the way
we both know it’s coming
so why pretend?
