Waiting on a Blue Bench

You don't want to know, I've been waiting all my lifeI can turn around and walk awayI don't want to be the one who's crying, the one who's missingDon't want to know, I like seeing you smileDon't want to know you hate yourself when you're downDon't want to know, I've been waiting all my lifeI can walk away from your loveI don't want to be the one who's crying, the one who's missingDon't want to know, I've been waiting all my lifeAll my lifeIf I could make it rainI'd worry about the next food dateI'd keep an eye on the coffeeI'd know if my drink is getting in the wayI'd know if the shakes are hiding my cracks.

And a little second bonus poem...

She Had A Big Booty

When I had my first real girl (last time I saw her)She was a real Chinese blueOh she was a real Chinese blueI must have been in Texas. Let's all go now into TexasShe had a big booty and a t shirt, yeahShe had a english accent and no pedigreeEverything just seemed to happen anyway(She had a big booty, but she can't afford to wear it)(She had a big booty, and she can't afford to wear it)(She had a big booty)I had a big booty. It was a full size (! !!)(She had a big booty).so I went out for a walk around in the city.