You ask for a handshake, so I give you a high-five.
I don't fare well in situations that call for diamonds
and all I've got are jeans.
It's been a while since I've cared.
And who am I kidding?
I still don't.
You glare,
and I know what you're trying to tell me.
That's why I laugh
and turn away.
I'll be a sinking ship tonight,
but I won't need your help.
I can fail on my own,
and I'll do it with style.
You can go to hell with your diamonds and champagne.
I'll be fine
sipping a Coke.
Enjoy your night.
It's all you've got.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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