it happened a week ago tonight   fuzzy frankness, under the unsightly yellow lights   and the display of your seemingly submissive heart   it's always over before it fucking starts         and i'm not one to gush, i'm not prone to sensitivity   we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me   and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive   but we'd never agree         we yield to a feared and fateful clash   or heartache or overwrought whiplash   and these roles develop circumstantially   you'll be my fodder, i'll be your reverie         and i'm not one to gush i'm not prone to sensitivity    we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me   and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive   but we'd never agree   and maybe it's my fault, i can't cut the tie, i'm a masochist   60 hours, chased around and one elusive sidewalk kiss   and i'm not sure what i expected, but i couldn't bear to hear that this   is something you won't miss