february
tell me where it went wrong.
was february the begining of our end?
the shortest month brought so much heartache.
maybe it's when you saw me pack that bong,
at the time you laughed at the fact i could.
all the while
i saw behind that smile,
knowing you wondered where the hell that came from.
there was the time you couldn't fathome why i started to cry,
as i told most of my secrets
you listened to the Ramones more than you listened to me.
in the mean time we started to die.
february was the coldest month we had.
you never wanted to talk about us,
placing it on the back burner.
monthes later we still haven't had that talk.
