baby we fucked up big time
but let's not look back; i'm afraid
my demons are catching up with us.

leave my heart's pieces on the floor
and dance all over them the next night
while we act like nothing happened.

i write in gibberish that not even i
understand and smile to myself as you
look over my old notebook and praise
my rhyming and extensive wit.

maybe it was just i who fucked up big time;
should've kept my book in my bag and my heart in my chest.