Pieces
Photo taken from the web. Pieces I keep waiting, waiting, waiting For that piece to fall in place And I just keep hiding Behind that smile on my face You’re the only one I love I wish that I knew why I feel behind my eyes That I’m gonna cry That handsome face The cigarette that dangles there You ran your hands Right through my slicked back hair My green eyes stare At your face—the butterflies rage You look away it’s obvious You’re not on this page I can’t help but want you Though you only kinda want me back You said that this whole thing It blew you right off track It was never my intention To ever piss you off But someone stuck their nose in Now everything is lost I have the hardest time Leaving well enough alone I can’t get you off my mind I keep reaching for my phone I guess I really can’t lose What was never mine But holy fuck this sucks We got so close this time William B. Whalen 2010