The Most  Probable  Word

Your eyes are like twine.

They string across a crowded room.

Your eyes make a snide remark,

As they hear all the words I never say.

Your eyes are like twine,

But mine can’t seem to be sewn together.

Maybe if they were sewn together,

Then maybe all of this would be easier.

But for now, your eyes are like twine,

And mine are still shredded and frayed.

Your mind is just like mine.

It walks down the same roads and ends up at the same place every time

But, I’m being kind. I’m being nice.

Your mind is just like mine,

So maybe you could understand that I don’t want to be here anymore.I don’t want to be here anymore.

Your mind is just like mine,

So maybe you could understand that I’m not ready to leave.

I’m not ready to leave. I’m not ready to leave,

Because your mind is just like mine and all the roads that we walk down end at the same place.

Your mind is just like mine,

And it’s hard to escape from a place when you’re already there.

Your words are like knives.

They cut right through me and I can’t stop my mouth from bleeding.

Your words are like knives,

And it’s the only time I feel alive.

Your words are like knives,

So how come it’s so hard to breathe? How come it’s so hard to breathe?

Because your words are like knives,

And it’s the only time I feel alive.

Your eyes are like twine,

But mine can’t seem to be sewn together.

Maybe if they were sewn together,

Then maybe all of this would be easier.

But for now, your eyes are like twine,

And mine are still shredded and frayed.