The Ringer

I think I just got a little confused by your will to ruin me

and then I got a little confused by me

and a little uptight in the mirror

when I saw something I thought you wouldn't like

and I then I pulled my book

from deep down in my bookbag

and I brought it to my face

so I could smell its graceful aging

and the injury I brought upon and between these sheets

but it smelled so good

like a life yet lived

and a promise not kept or unkept

and I thought about our impressions

and those crocks of you know what---

just before I smirked my way out of the dark