I'm tired of being the good guy
Making excuses for everyone's
shortcomings
I'm tired of the inconvenience
of your convenience
If I don't call
Or write
I never hear from you
Is an email every now and then
Too much to ask?
A text, even?
When people want me
(When people want me)
They want me NOW
When I need them, its
"Holla at ya tomorrow."
Yet tomorrow never comes.
I'm going to eat some
Peach cobbler.
Musings From A Cigarette Smoking Man: One person's view of the insanity we call our lives.
No comments:
Post a Comment