Latest Disaster

We met one Monday night where my friend bartends

and always gives me drinks for free.

I caught you staring,

or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me.

Then you said:

"This place is dead, and this drink is going to my head.

Take me home." I will, if you chill, there's still time to kill

and this night just started looking better.

She bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords.

She wrote me a song that goes like this:

Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest,

there's only one thing you're after.

You're still the same self-centered bastard.

You stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered.

This relationship's just my latest disaster.

I thought that I was doing everything right

and giving her everything she needs.

But I wake up one morning

and all that she's left is a break-up note that reads:

You don't, and you won't ever see my side of things...

Ahh come on. I would, if I could,

but everything I thought was good would just upset her.

Our points of view will never meet.

I always miss what's incomplete.