The storm came and ate me up
I keep thinking of you with another love
And I wonder do you hit it like a target
I walk the avenues of a flea market
In Brooklyn, near the bridge 
And I wonder what you let live 
When you crushed the butterfly wing
Saying it doesn’t mean anything
And I lie in your bed
Wondering if you meant what you said 
When you said those things about me 
And I had studied you like a degree
Every line and every crease
Every moment of release 
When you let the laughter take you
And I didn’t mean to break you
When I turned my face away
I just know I have to make you stay
By any ways and means I can
I want to see you be a man
And I can sense a dark design 
When your eyes dance with mine
And then you pin me to the floor
And I look away from a gaze I adore
So brutal and so pure
If only he knows that demure
Fades and recedes
And the moment his heart bleeds
Out in front of me 
Has me throwing my dignity
Into the way of his twister
And I wonder if he ever missed her
You know that girl in green
I can see what might have been
When I watch her eyes turn black
Underlined by what we lack
And I know she’d take him back
If he actually changed
But he keeps me on the same leash, estranged
And I heard her on the bus to the open day
And I kept the words she’d say
From the corner of the maths class
I see it when he makes that pass
As though I’m the ball he wants to catch
Because we could be a better match
Than the permanent marker of her style 
He looks at me with a contempt that revile 
Everything I am or could be 
Why do I catch him down on one knee?
Proposing to me 
I change direction like a wind he can’t see 
He only knows he feels the fresh air in his face
So he looks twice at the disgrace 
He thought he knew
And I may not be you
But I am me 
The splintered lines of a mystery