I was just too lazy to love you 
You were too handsome and stoic
Why can’t I ever remember 
The name of your first loves true love

I was sober as Lazarus 
Always standing on the precipice
Maybe love had been there all along
I was just too small and ashamed of the gospels

You were just too busy to love me
I was too fragile and holy
You tried to eulogize the morning light
You wont say sorry or I love you today 

You said there is one thing left to say 
Now there’s nothing left to say
You got to take care of your self
I can’t be mad we are cut from the same cloth
Youve got to be suare not to die
Because you belong to me
Now Art is so easy
We only eat poetry

lwilliams79