And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

This was written by my friend, Stephanie.
Obtuse Recluse

I thought you promised
for my own suprise,
I didn't want it wrapped
on a box with more lies.

It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.

I'll be your asinine,
I promise I won't turn keen.

Why is it gone now?
It won't come, I know,
But I'll sit here and wait,
I'll get my hopes up tomorrow.

It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.

Yeah, I'm your obtuse recluse,
If you promise your promises will hold this noose.