Secret Songs of the Passive-Aggressive:
Part 3, "Left"
No, I can't dance.
But speak to me of rhythm
And I will fake it.
*She did it again, and always I keep
Trying to become what she hoped I'd be.
I didn't know her; I was fast asleep
when she wanted to wake up beside me.
An early she whose prophecy came true;
Okay, so I'll try to just be your friend
It will take time, but I'll learn to abstain.
*No, I can't listen.
But tell me where it hurts
And I will fix it.