Wasted Kisses

Sitting alone in bed, late night thinking

I’ve grown quite accustom to my routine

Over analyzing- it’s what I do best.

What did I do? Where did I go wrong? Blah, blah, blah…and all that bull crap

In all my pondering I have come to a few conclusions

I liked your lips long before I knew your speech

I liked your looks long before I picked your pea -sized brain

I liked your eyes long before I saw your soul

And I liked the idea of having a man long before I had you

And there’ve been too many wasted miles on my odometer

Too many wasted minutes on my cell phone

Too many wasted glances from my eyes

Too many wasted nights in your arms

And too many wasted kisses from my lips to ever date you again

Thank you for making it so easy to say goodbye.