what's left to do? i ask him
he shrugs off my question so i shrug off his shrug
everything is planned accordingly but nothings going right
i just stare at him. what do we do?
he doesn't stare back at me, but i know what he's thinking. i'm going to leave her here for the vultures to pick apart.
it doesn't make any sense. he's walking out calmly, like he's going on a walk in the park. i start to follow him, but what if it ends up like last time? that's what got me here. here. where i stand right now. being left by the man i thought who loved me.
she thinks i love her. i do. but i can't do.
why can't he do? i ask myself. the vultures will be here soon. i will be torn down, ripped apart, heartbroken most of all. why can't he do? do like he's supposed to. i want to follow him more than anything else. it's all i know to do. i've been following him all my life.
she's going to follow me. i can't do, but i do. she's going to follow me.
i see the vultures through the cracked window, they're walking with the preacher. he's halfway out the back door. dropping the daylilies on the dirt floor, i walk slowly to catch up with him. i follow him.
she dropped those flowers i paid so much for and she's following me out the back door.
we're going to do, even though i can't. sometime, we'll both do. i do. i do.

I never saw you comin'
But you walked right into me
I never saw you comin'
Or what you were meant to be

Being good friends never felt so bad
Is there no honesty to be had?

And all the corny sayings
They made me giggle
And all the lovable hugs
They made me wiggle

Everyone that reads this
Will think they know who it's about
But it's written for everyone
Everyone I can't do without