These are days of my best behavior, no single action is to blame,
I went for a walk and called you by surprise but you were busy
Wanted to see if you’re hungry enough to eat, didn’t think it was too lame
I had the keys of a rented room down the block, nothing too classy
Hoped to lure in for a cup of coffee but I was ready for game
Well, so much for my best behavior, I guess it went down the drain
Your face was worn by many and I’ve forgotten not to take it in vain
I see it again on this approaching lady that is about to pass me on my right
She has the hurt embossed around the corners of her eyes, the mirror of your soul,
I lowered my head but something she must have recognized
In the convenient confusion of hiding the lion from the lamb
I called you again but you were indisposed and I was still tame
Oh, so funny how different lies sound just the same,
We went to that room around the corner, me trailing from behind
I told her “be gentle with me” she thought I have a weak heart
Maybe some of it was true or maybe it was my golden age
Why did she have to twist that blade, we all get there but not beyond
I reckon that’s all I’ll do from now on aside from calling unannounced
Why bet on your indisposition instead of dealing with my heart condition
It’s not deceptive nor is it real, something to keep me in the clear
For when I’ll be accused of stealing the solitary stabbing of a tear.