In a world where they
Ask the right questions in
The wrong time and the wrong
Ones at the right time.
I ask the right question
At the right time and
You don't agree to meet
Me over a coffee.
So I shift to a world where
Things are reversed.
To ask you the right questions
At the wrong time and
The wrong question at
A right time. Only to get
Rejected twice.
And in a world where
The questions and the
Answers are banned.
I bottle my emotions to
Sell them in your street.
For years no one buys
Anything. At the distal
End of an apocalypse.
When everyone starved,
And thirsty for love.
I sought you thinking,
You might need something.
Even then you chose to be
A vile bitch, who thought
She could figure it all out,
But ended up dying of
Dehydration by a creek.