It was a shotgun wedding
and the bullet hit 'em both.

I am completely out of good ideas.
This isn't exactly what I'd call good company.
Being alone with you.
A worthwhile bad memory.
To know the future doesn't seem all that bad.
Under certain conditions.
Preconceived notions of cause and effect.
It's unpredictable.
Yet predictable to see exactly where we're going.
Being in love with you seems like a bad idea.
I learned that the hard way.
The touch of a hand on the small of your back.
Afterwards we could both agree.
This was a really bad idea.
Picking up where the other left off

woe! for today is a day of chagrin
the lowest hanging fruit called sin
the best of friends, nearly a kin
and yet, their break up makes me inwardly grin

when laughter permeates the easy air
of conversations between us, a pair
a taylor swift song, so plain and bare
but no, resist it! ****... no fair

we were meant to be
fated, a lock and key
destined, a mid summer's dream
oh, and model indecency

what the hell are you thinking
this is kool aid you're drinking
standing on the titanic, sinking
what relationships ought not be, intrisically

but despite the prudence
and your held back glances
nothing stops loves, or
more accurately, lust's advances