Can someone point me back to
Bethany and Main, the intersection
Where I seem to have taken a turn upside down
I run from the things I want
And towards the things I don't.
I express affection towards those I don't care about,
I don't write poems because I'm afraid of being disappointed,
I don't make friends like I used to.
I'm shy at the checkout counter, because
I feel I don't deserve food, that I am beggar with
Counterfeit coins.
I ask girls I don't know out on dates,
Because the ones who I know are closer to compatible
Scare me,
And are harder to friend zone.
Come to think of it, I think I've
Put my life in the friend zone.
No passion, no passionate messes,
Keeps things simpler,
Which is important cuz the show must go on
(but we have to let the game stop?)
But devastating because I seem to have lost my heart.
