Maybe I don’t know what side to be on
The rose wasn’t for me this time I was gone.
Maybe the signs you left are wrong
You didn’t really mean to sing me that song?
Maybe the life we need to sort out
Began with a map with an alternative route.
Maybe the side of the road where I stood
Was all that I left there and it wasn’t good.
Maybe all the thoughts of abroad
When love stood here, my iron rod.
Maybe doubt, maybe not
Someday I give everything I’ve got.
Wishing maybe something more
Then falling down, to the floor.
Being left, being used
Left rather scarred, permanently bruised.
Looking though, it’s something to see
This thing, a body, it’s all just me.
Maybe more than just a handful
This, the ugly side of beautiful.