Lost Love Song

Baby you’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,

Baby you’re no good

You snore like a wild boar sleeping winter away

Eyes wide open, pretend you’re awake

Dirty little secrets tucked away

Hide behind waves of nausea

Send me off the deep end

While you snore away

Night and day, night and day, never awake

Snore day and night away

Pretend to be alive while I live the dream

Dream a little dream for me

Break my heart with your insistent sleep

Away your life in a misty gleeful mess

Liking life on the edge

The very thought of you makes me cringe

Life on the edge while searching for a way to hedge

climb the ledge to a new nice ice way

while climatic shards whip my heart into shape

The very thought of you

Brings me to the edge

Breaking up is hard to do

Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Yeah yeah

Yiyaye hehahay, Ah ah

My heart fakes desire like a wind up car

Eat my cake and like it too

Cause breaking up is hard to do

You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good

Baby you’re no good

My breaking heart and I agree we were never meant to

You hide behind walls of deceit,

pretend you’re awake when you’re barely alive

I cry, “Baby please, please hear my pleas! Baby please!”

Too smart for our own goods,

we waver endlessly to the beat set before us,

You hide, we glide on angel’s wings

Each day obsessing over beginning, find a new way to start each day
The very thought of you   (fade out)

Dilemma in Love, Text-versation

DILEMMA

He texts that he misses her

Wants to hold her hand and walk

Her where he wants to go

She replies, “I’m here, I’ll come there.

You can see me if you want!”

Receives no text reply back

Seemingly texts disappear into the worldwide web

She’s definitely out of her depths

No communication, she’s perplexed

Feels vexed by how he disses her

No more dinners,

No more talks about art

No more park walks

Insisted on sleeping on her side of bed

Now there’s no more courting

She wonders whom he sees

On his nightly midnight forays

She wonders what happened

Whom he spends his time texting today

Some sweet gal who’s a dime

Gets all your sweet texts instead of I?

Before sex, she saw him thrice weekly

Now post sex she barely sees him at all

Ponders if there’s a correlation

Between his loss of attention and

Someone new on his horizon

He declines to mention

Wonders who he texts instead of her

Midnight he texts, “I miss you,"

Her exclusion proves otherwise

She tries to engage him in text-versation

Sends each text with trepidation

He appears to be on vacation

Surmises she can’t read lies in his eyes

Wonders if she’ll ever find love

That provides compensation for pain and suffering

She doesn’t want to cry

Wants to rise above pettiness

She puts on a happy disguise

Prances on her way,

Evades further speculation