I notice the changes-
the sense, the uh, sense of falling down
down into my chest. Stuttered -
There's no hiding this one.
I saw a movie once, you were there too
He did this and was forgiven
They both agreed beforehand, it seems,
That as long as I try, as long as that part
is true, Well, It all works.
But this hammer on my chest says otherwise.
It says "No".
It says "things don't work that way".
It says "there is a line. you broke this".
Because I am not everyone else.
I used to defend myself, or explain
That it doesn't have to be this way.
Then something funny hit me,
That's not how this works, is it?
It's still a punch to the gut
when I see you
This time, though,
I'm not so sure
what it's trying to tell me.
