Regrets

Regrets

Tenderness never suited me all that well.

I kind of always turned too bitter.

Lemon-y and sour for good.

And your touch never suited me all that well.

I kind of always turned back to him.

No matter how many times he pushed me away.

And my eyes never suited me all that well.

I kind of always gave myself away.

Even when I knew much better.

And life gives you what you got and takes what it gives and leaves you wishing you had something more. So the things that never suited me became what I got and now I'm wishing you would kneel down at my door.