it seems these words have lost their meanings <br />i'm crying <br />and begging <br />and kicking <br />and screaming <br />why can we not just say what we mean? <br />why do we poke around <br />it just seems like it would mean nothing <br />if one of us were to depart <br />why can't we just come out and say <br />honey you're gonna break my... <br /> <br />and every car sounds just like yours <br />every face takes on a new meaning <br />i miss you so i can't clean up the floor <br />your used condom wrapper has got me thinking <br />i gave in too soon. <br /> <br />well if that is so <br />your intentions are leaked <br />and i wonder why you're reluctant to see me <br />if i told you i wanted a boyfriend <br />i'd love to see your face <br />if i told you i want this to mean something <br />would you turn and run away <br />well maybe you already did <br />that's why you're not here. <br />maybe it's too early and i'm way paranoid... <br /> <br />oh baby what is it? <br />when we say <br />what we think the other wants to hear <br />when we act <br />on our best behavior just so the other doesn't know our vices. <br />don't you really want to know me <br />cause i'm dying to know you <br />i know that sounds lame <br />like some cheap 99 cent card to express my feelings <br />but hon <br />i am just trying to be real <br />what would it take <br />to get you to say what you mean? <br />what would it take <br />to get you to come over again? <br />are you really all that you seem? <br />do you want to be my... <br /> <br />last regret i'm trying not to, <br />i'm trying not to, <br />i'm trying not <br />to think too much into to all of this <br />and i can't bring myself <br />to clean up the floor <br />the used condom wrapper <br />has got me wondering <br />if that's my one souvenir from you. <br />well it's got me thinking <br />got me thinking <br />got me thinking….<br /><br />Lindsay King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/used-condom-wrapper/
