Pretty Pretty: A poem inspired by T.E.N

Pretty, Pretty

I could never Make It Happen
Could never Make A Decision
I could never give Just eEnough
And the sky outside is Pretty, Pretty

The Rest Of My Life could be spent
In a vane attempt to Figure It Out
But The Mountain Range In My Living Room
is all I have to hold onto and it isn’t helping at all

I was The One That You Hated
but all it takes is a fresh look with Open Eyes
and the intrigue to take Time And Find
Something That Produces Results

Every Night’s Another Story and
I need A Little More Time
And For All Of This; My Lack Of sSkill
And the sky outside is Pretty, Pretty

Maybe I could take a Sunday Drive
the Runaway Driving South, From Here to L.A
just because I Want To Hear You Sad
apathy is ready for it’s long-awaited Comeback

I Don’t Know How To Say This but
The Truth Is, It Is My Fault
I think about it 1000 Times A Day
only problem is I’m Never Coming Back

This Wasn’t Our Plan so
I’ll see you at The Car In 20
we’ll Write The Wrong
and talk about how the sky outside is Pretty, Pretty