FYI

by, Cassandra

Over, under, twist and turn.
Start and stop, erase, retrace.
(like we're actually getting somewhere.)

I laugh at your faith.
You laugh to my face.
(cause we're just nice that way.)

I scream and shout.
You sit and pout.
(or is that the other way around?)

I sit and pout.
You scream and shout.
(and there's that bush we dance around.)

You're blissfully ignorant.
I'm ignorant of bliss.
(and we just wish and wish…)

Over, under, twist and turn.
Start and stop, erase, retrace.
(like we're actually getting somewhere.)

(but, for your information, we've gotten nowhere. we're still stuck on the nowhere bound express, heading for misunderstood and heartbroken, at a hundred miles per hour. we've got broken brakes and a thousand miles of 'I don't know' between us and any reconciliation. I hope you enjoy the ride, because it'll take a miracle to stop us now.)