To want the best
And as I gazed into your eyes
I omitted the truth.
Everything was not fine.
There’s more than meets the eye
I choose to withhold because
Haven’t I already blathered on enough?
Haven’t I already taken up enough of your time?
I didn’t tell you then
Because to associate our breakup
Made me think
That’s such a bitch move, really
But now I think
Who’s to associate what with what
Some ritzy psychology major who
Assumes she knows shit
Because she doesn’t.