Expectations.

"I will tell you a story,"

She said

And to this day

My friend

She hasn't left me waiting

I suppose I should know

I suppose I should tell her

Cross the line

I suppose I know

That I will not be chosen

What do I expect?

What else can I do

when I have chains on my legs pulling me 

Into the golden love

I can't help but drown

Drown in the quiet from

The other line

'Are you there?'

She never was.

Ahhh and what should I expect?

From a tramp like me

I hold her in my pocket

Where she doesn't belong

And who am I to say?

That it isn't where she ought to be

But by God, 

It destroys every bit of me

I want to fight kicking and screaming

I want to parade for the rights

I want to demand of her freedom

And capture all of her nights

I don't want to lose my battle

Though in the end I know,

It's all just a War

That I was destined to lose.

And the fact that she adores me,

My god.

It's only one of her truths.

So... what do I expect?

I expect to fall,

And I expect to lose it all.