Pieces
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting
For that piece to fall in place
And I just keep hiding
Behind that smile upon my face
You’re the only one I love
I wish that I knew why
I feel behind my eyes
That I’m gonna cry
That handsome face
The cigarette that dangles there
You ran your hands
Right through my slicked back hair
My green eyes stare
At your face—the butterflies rage
You look away it’s obvious
You’re not on this page
I can’t help but want you
Though you only kinda want me back
You said that this whole thing
It blew you right off track
It was never my intention
To ever piss you off
But someone stuck their nose in
Now everything is lost
I have the hardest time
Leaving well enough alone
I can’t get you off my mind
I keep reaching for my phone
I guess I really can’t lose
What was never mine
But holy fuck this sucks
We got so close this time
william b. whalen
sept 2000
