Sobering

It’s sobering Just to see her hands all over him I know they’ve been to every bone Just the structure of his cheeks alone Makes me weak below I’ll just live with the lump in my throat Learn not to jump so I don’t sink under something I want Be gracious Gritting my teeth til I lose faith in believing he’ll choose To turn to me for a muse Let me pine I’ll get in line I bet my time will come It’s typical Every time I seem to slip I fall and hit a wall And he waltzed in Gave a glimpse of what wе might have been Now the light is dim I’ll just live with thе lump in my throat Learn not to jump so I don’t sink under something I want Be gracious Gritting my teeth til I lose faith in believing he’ll choose To turn to me for a muse It’s humbling Just to see how hard I fumbled him I stumbled into something so absolutely out of my control Think its time to go