Not For You
My patience slips as I wait for you.
I think of the conversations that lay ahead.
The concrete is cold in Niagara.
You arrive with a fake smile.
I sit down and soon realize you are concrete.
People are different on vacation.
The booze, the heat and no responsibility.
With a moon grinning back at me.
Its to easy to fall in love.
Your place is all grown up.
You like to make me think, your holding everything together.
Really it's all falling apart.
I am planning my escape before the sun comes up.
I followed a dream.
Your my favourite dissapointment.
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