We'll See

The bones in my forearm twist to the sound,
One over the other and I can hear the blood vessels shifting.

It's only a thought for today, cause it's been a little shifty.
You look at me as if you want more than what I'm offering.
I look at you  like I worship the present
You've given me.
Feelings and thoughts of a future past now
Never left very good tastes in my mouth, but
Maybe you're just what I need at the moment
But why then does it feel like I'm compromising?

Any other time, my passions got in the way,
Clogged up the phone lines and left my pillow case wet.
I'm mimicking the bricks that seemed to keep them so safe,
So that the balloons filled with wine and saliva don't leak through.

I feel like it'll be a pity when I break your heart,
But I feel like I'm a hypocrite for worrying about something like that.
Self-fulfilling prophets,
Messengers from God.
Never saying what is right,
but never gets it wrong.

It'll be nice.
Maybe.