Relationshipping

Ya’ll gonna fall apart. Like at the seams. You live on hopes, and dreams Is this your last resort? Life is a storm, we’ll seek any port. What is love? Baby don’t hurt me? That’s all it’s gonna be-you’ll see Whether this relationship ends at fifteen or thirty Everyone crawls out broken and dirty. Why are you so cynical? My pessimism is warranted, my depression clinical. The people that I saw proclaim love Only stuck together because of the Almighty above. Over twenty years of my life The arguments and abuse, hatred and strife Why didn’t they just get a divorce? When you follow religion, there’s no logical course. What makes you happier, truly? Another person, or is there something more? Finding your joy in girl or boy Is a treacherous road for sure. People aren’t puppets, we’re vases and jars. Dropped and shattered as we find out who we are. Fragments are things we lose on the way We’re left with rough edges-what I’m trying to say Is I think you’re all doomed How do we love When we throw ourself at the nearest person that fits like a glove? It works, we’ll try it there’s no Customer Service for this You can’t take it back, love’s not a pack That can be regifted, the same as it was The moment there’s loss, we’re different because Every failed relationship...is another fragment. And who the hell goes to the store for damaged goods?