I remember that night
mouth dry, my stomach a lava lamp
the words bubbling up to my mouth
I asked you to marry me
and you said yes
but on further reflection
it turned into no
I reach for your hand first
Said I love you first
But I always do
Life is complicated
and we're not 22
so I keep coming by
complicate me to uncomplicate you
hoping you'll finally see what I do
feels like it's ending, which may be for the best? time will tell I guess...