Gord

2025-06-06 07:03 am

A chore upon a list of meetings,
My feelings mean nothing more... 
Relationship falls into rondo form,
What does she have the condo for?

A floor exists beneath a ceiling,
My needs mean nothing though. 
Relationships, and outercourse,
A chore upon her list at home,

In the sky on the fifteenth floor,
A eye, declines to answer the door,
She says, goodbye, cries to a score,
Why would I?

By the by, she never loved me.
By the by, why should I?
By the by, by the by.

By the by, she never loved me.
By the by, why should I?
By the by, by the by.