Sorry For The Trouble But It’s My Middle Name


That moment when we locked eyes from across the club
And when I dropped the gaze;
The moment you came up to talk to me
And when I left you with nothing more than your own name.
I think I said more than I meant to
In the way I always do-
So that I always tell the truth in a way you won’t understand.
Like burglar alarms and police dogs,
That’s my method of self-defense.

When I said that I didn’t know what to say,
It was true, but not really.
What I wanted to say was that I liked you
But like the beer goggles men put on
And the dresses the women wear to reveal just enough,
I always have something to dream about
Long after the party’s gone.

Thinking about Sadie Hawkins I wonder,
How did she feel to have it named after her?
I wish I could ask you
But it’s months away
And there’s no use looking for candles to illuminate the dark with
When there aren’t even matches to start the flames.

Sorry For The Trouble But It’s My Middle Name

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