blindside

"return to the scene of the crime"
&& all the sudden i'm the
subject of your sarcasm
&& i never knoew you to be so blindsided
in fact, i thought your searching eyes
were wide. . .i notice the way
you press your body against that door
when i am simply passing by

ins't this nonsense, this is
simply ridiculous. . .laugh loud
&& pray some poor hearted soul
isn't evesdropping , unidentified
. . .&& so he is so like you,
he is so like me, just passing by

when i hear you well with unbaised ears
it hurts to feel my soul sink low beneath your words

everything, i would've spilled
everything. . . sometimes it's like
a hotplate boiling over my hands
let it go, wish i could just
let it go, if i could
let the words fall out of my mouth
lighten the load as they cross paths
with your [ignorant] ears. . . .
would you know to be more careful next time?
[would they know. . . . .]