Cringer

Spring into love

As it falls out of season,

We grew up way too fast,

We drove in silence on the way back to the city,

On the phone Wednesday you didn’t say anything,

Now I’m spitting feathers,

Black Widow,

I’m restless,

And you look exactly the same,

I’m such a romantic,

You can call it pathetic,

That I’m losing sleep over you,

But the cold,

Hard,

Truth,

Is something in me died,

Over you I’ve lost my mind,

But I’ve finally found my pride.