My Stupid Mouth
I've gotten way too many chances to do something - anything - about it. And each time, I've chickened out. What is wrong with me?!
Oh sure, next time, I'll talk to him. What have I got to lose?
According to my stupid mouth, everything.
Could've, would've should've. I always tell myself not to go there. But I do. And when I do, it feels like crap. Even worse than a hangover. It's this sick feeling in my throat that I can't get rid of.
So, now what? School is over. Now what?
Where did all the time go? To a silly degree. Well, perhaps silly is a strong word. To A degree.
The time did not go anywhere else, as it should have. Is it too late now? Technically I still have tomorrow to sort everything out. But he might not even be there. Should've asked him today.
See, i'm doing it again.
Silly Peggy. Get over it, or get on to it?
Oh sure, next time, I'll talk to him. What have I got to lose?
According to my stupid mouth, everything.
Could've, would've should've. I always tell myself not to go there. But I do. And when I do, it feels like crap. Even worse than a hangover. It's this sick feeling in my throat that I can't get rid of.
So, now what? School is over. Now what?
Where did all the time go? To a silly degree. Well, perhaps silly is a strong word. To A degree.
The time did not go anywhere else, as it should have. Is it too late now? Technically I still have tomorrow to sort everything out. But he might not even be there. Should've asked him today.
See, i'm doing it again.
Silly Peggy. Get over it, or get on to it?


