Maybe In The Future

Back then in the middle ages

when you were catching on but no contagious

I blew all my chances

shoelaces fumbled with no digits

I swatted your advances

like they were summer evening midgets

We really made a meal of our goodbyes

We served them cold

and undercooked

You tell me I have got the bluest eyes

but I can't remember

'cause It's been so long since I've looked

There's no need to fight over me

'cause I'm divisible by three

Down there on your haunches

do you feel you let it go to waste

Do you get a bit self-conscious

when they say you have an aquired face

I'm sorry I didn't get home to make the children

I stopped to watch a fire rip through a building

and onlookers said something about a silver lining

but missing golden opportunities is my thing

You've told me how difficult it gets

being so desired in this town

The next time you get the urge

for being submerged

and you can hold onto my wrist

while I holding your face

Down

The fog lifted while our lips overlapped

You're not that gifted

You’re just beautifully gift wrapped

The more I try to clarify

the more the meaning blurs

But maybe in the future

I will say more using less words