Some

Some of the best things
don’t always start out that way
stumbling drunk on the pavement
was it the drugs?
and lost in my little world
thinking if anything
it would end that day
today
I see you searching
for me in newer lovers
it’s a stretch to remember
words you used to put
the pain deep into me
cars were beeping
to wake me right up
and all I wanted
was to sleep with you
holding on to the past
you know how it ended
I see you keeping
to your end of the street
but it’s still so hard
to give my thank you’s
the closing of that door
you made plain your pity
as I see your thin raincoat
baby
you made your imperfect storm.

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