CLXII.

Before we get too relaxed,
Let me pull this knife out of my back.
I don't know what made you think
I somehow wouldn't find the link.
If I'm splitting hairs, then please let go
I never meant to be so slow.
It's just your promises come up short
And our plans never left port.
It just leaves me wondering
At all of the beautiful things
That this will make us miss
Countdown to our last kiss.