I always take the guilt,
I always take the blame,
and yet its me to blow out the flame.
I try my best up to a point
while I watch you light a joint
by this time I am already done
I’m tired of battling and you’ve just begun
then comes the time to plea and bargain
but I’m not up for sale, this isn’t an auction.
I give more chances than I ever should
I look past it all and try to see the good
I know you’re smart and that you’ve understood
then starts the “I could’ve, would’ve, should’ve,”
when all I want is to be free of any falsehoods.
I never understand when you act so hurt
after hearing and seeing all of the signs of alert
I prefer the mountains but can handle the desert
but I’m a water baby and won’t convert.
So let me be free
let me swim as I please
let me buzz around with the honey bees
reaping life’s bounties
smelling the field of daisies
where I wont be made fun of for driving like its sunday
as it is my mode of life to get lost and enjoy the day
so if you can be a bit carefree, please stay
and if not don’t be hurt when I go my own way.