One last Time

It's not to late

For me to change the inequity of my words

For when I speak you would rather listen to the birds

I thought you would be proud, maybe say I even look great

I guess I didn't deserve your notice

I took the plunge into the arid landscape

But our game was more share then take

I'm not all reformed nobody said I sit lotus

But I can say thirty days does make a difference

A fleeting vexation lifted, so it felt timeless

I can see what you wanted

The wholesome, precious and priceless

Time apart, separate and new began to feel redundant

It will do that I suppose when you take vice over the rose

I'm sorry I didn't notice you had my back during my lowest lows

For I existed for the sake of being irreverent

We are not cast from marble far from perfect

I took your invitation like a jury notice

Coming over acting formal looking rather artifice

Such a tired gimmick I felt like a defect

All the trips from the bathroom back into conversation

Sold me as nothing more than a novice

Never myself id be lying if I were not honest

I was recalcitrant thinking of an old situation

The quicker I put it behind me

The better I felt, no more games

So exigent and trying, no more engineering

So mundane and prying.

For I came to learn what made your heart strong

Its's not too late

For me to change the inequity of my words

Even when you'd rather listen to the birds

You were always proud

And I can no longer hate.