The last 3 letters of the spring

You can't love someone into being ready
and I know I know
They aren't here because I am 
and I know I know
They aren't running because I am chasing 
and I know I know 

They aren't leaving because I am staying 

Something’s broken
The third eye drops down, sinking 
Testing my immunity 
Against the same old same old

Wish me luck, babe
I might be godforsaken

I am so in love with you, I just want to lie down in the middle of the street
and cry 
That street, yes - let's just agree you stay on your side and I stay on mine
unless it's you who's goddamned 
Had you left on time…but you lingered

doe-eyed, dog-tired, love-making turned into something 
more foreshadowed
eyebrows high
grinning up at me
Had you noticed on time…but you must get rid of everything now 
the parsley in your fridge 
my half-empty vanilla body milk 

Something’s broken
The third eye drops down wide-open
Testing my immunity 
Against the same old same old

Wish me luck, babe 
I might be godforsaken

sex is better when you rail something up
sex is better when you're drunk
sex is better when you're young
sex is better when 
when IN LOVE 

doe-eyed, dog-tired, love-making turned into something 
sadder

You said you weren't ready 
What about now?

If I dissociate hard enough
I can pretend I had fun
...
There, there