Shamefully Naive

Sitting here tonight, drowning in thoughts.
All the battles I've lost, and all the wars that I've fought.
Every lie that's ever slipped these lips,
Every curse thats brushed these fingertips.
Do me a favor; and make it quick, please- Grab my coat, and I've got the keys.
It's not that I love you, or that I'm naive- It's just that I'm tired of living to please.
And if you think that I honestly care, with your superiority complex lingering in the air; I'll show you what it's like to be scared.
To be broken and mangled, beyond thinkable repair.
You think you can fool me? Think again, son. I've lost more wars than you've even begun.
And with your uptight thinking, you might think to have lost, is to lose.
But think again, really.
You've got 3 seconds to choose.

One- Eyes blinking, sweat starting to pour. Your fingertips twitch as you turn towards the door.

Two- Legs lock, vision fades to black. You start to ponder if you'll ever make it back.

Three- Halfway through, you scream with defeat. Fallen defeated, a mess at my feet.
What do I do, with this tangled complex?
I draw your knife from my back, and you should know the rest.
So do me a favor; make it quick, please-
You grab my coat, and I've got the keys. Don't believe that I love you, although I'm naive.
I'm just a sinner, with her heart on her sleeve.
Nothing special here, just move along. Just another mess of a dreamer, with everything gone wrong.
The devil caught her in a single embrace, got ahold of her soul from that single taste.
She lost her way along the road less traveled. Now she's venturing alone, becoming unraveled.

So do me a favor; make it quick, please-
Grab my coat, and I've got the keys.
You know that I love you, for I'm shamefully naive. If you love me at all, then please turn to leave.
You know what I've told you, but I know it all. You deserve better than this broken hearted phone call. You don't deserve the things in my past...it's so true, the good things never last.
So please, turn and go. Make this easy for me. Forget what we were, and what all we could be.
Tell them I'm dead, with a burial at sea. Tell them the bad luck finally got the best of me. After all, I am the sinner with her heart on her sleeve.
So do me a favor; make it quick, please. Grab your coat, and here are the keys. Forget that I love you, forget I'm naive. There's a quarter tank of gas, and a gun under the seat. Never turn back, don't cry for me please. This is how things were meant to be. Don't shed a single tear, don't let me see you cry. There's infinite begginings within this one goodbye.

And I promise you, love- I'll always be your girl, with the kaleidoscope eyes.

©Sabrina Smith October 2012