You tell me I’ve been acting like a chump.
All grumpy gills and muddy rain boots
I wish I could look into your eyes and see the happy me there.
Find the content me there.
But I’m too wise for that.
I know you too well to see that.
When I’m around you,
When I’m WITH you,
When it’s me and you vs. the world,
All I can think about is the fact that you’ll leave.
Not today, not tomorrow, but you will leave.
And some might tell me to enjoy the moment.
Believe in a new changed version of you.
But you’ve got the eyes of my daddy
And I know I will never trust you completely.
You’ve got the creases and cracks that map out just who you are.
The good hearted gambler.
The thief who takes your heart, leaves his own,
But still robs you blind.
So I’m sorry I’m Miss Grumpy Gills.
Sorry I can’t give you star-shine-bright-soul me.
But she got lost when you walked out,
The first time.
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